Ancient Enemies, New Friends {Closed}

[ladyoffiction]

It wasn’t unusual for Amelia to leave the comfort of her home in the middle of the night alone, so not many people questioned it. The people of Trent, a small village off the coast, knew that Amelia was strange from the moment she arrived. She was beautiful but exotic, with dark skin, long, silky, black hair and deep, wise grey eyes. She appeared young, but she had an old woman’s countenance about her. She arrived at the village claiming to be a healer, but with her strange appearance and mysterious past, most people decided to avoid her. It wasn’t until she saved a young boy from a devastating ailment that they warmed up to her. And what a fine and pleasant young woman she was. She was never afraid to express her opinion, and she was always willing to lend a helping hand. She was kind, intelligent, and friendly, but there was definitely something off about her.

Amelia slipped out of her small cottage close to midnight, a small pack on her back. It was a full moon and there were certain herbs and plants that could only be collected during the Witching Hour. As the village healer, she had to keep her supplies in stock, in case of emergency.

The village of Trent was relatively small and surrounded by forest. The woods weren’t particularly dangerous, but they were thick in some areas and it was easy to get lost if you weren’t familiar. A faint dirt road led to the nearest town some 8 miles away, but not many people used this path. Amelia was very familiar with the woods, so she walked westward with very little fear.

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The dark figure had come from nowhere. One moment she had been picking wolfsbane, and the next a man’s voice had challenged her to fight. Amelia refused; she had not touched a blade in years except for knives to cut up plants. She would not fight a stranger in the woods because he wished to exercise. But the man attacked anyways. He was fast and strong, and when Amelia tried to use magic to stop him, her spells had no effect. So, summoning her blade, she fought back. But she was rusty and weak. Her skills were in healing, not fighting. She had lost the battle before it had even started.

Amelia coughed up blood as she hit the ground again. Her eyesight was blurred, her ears were buzzing, and she wasn't even sure if she had a tongue any more. Well, she had to have had a tongue considering she tasted blood in her mouth. She groaned as the figure laughed from a distance away, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. She had to get out of there. But she was just so weak. A glimmer caught her eye. Her sword! She had lost it quite some time ago, but there it was! If she could just get to it…

“Poor little rabbit! Doesn’t know when to give up.” The dark figure appeared at her side and kicked her with such a force that she flew to the side by several feet. Several feet closer to her sword. The figure approached slowly, enjoying his victory. “I am so disappointed in you, Meena,” he said. She gasped. Meena? She hadn’t been called that for centuries. The only possible person who could know that name would be… Amelia lunged for her sword, wrapping her fingers around the hilt. With a burst of power, she teleported far from Trent and far from her ancient enemy. She didn’t know where she was going, she just let herself be pulled to safety. She landed on hard ground, groaned, and passed out.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

It was clear in the morning when a figure was seen running like a madman out of town, a collection of items under his arms and a wide smirk on his face. He was being chased by a group of four gaurds. Dressed in a set of clothing a upperclassman would wear but worn from travel he was able to duck under a nearby bush to hide. Grinning he began to pat the sacks of coin and small trinkets "heh..never give me more then five minutes to work..you'll be cleaned out.." This was Garret Sampson his friends called him "Smiling Sampson" but he was mostly called "That fucking thief."

He took a moment to stash the bags in a hidden place he could get back to..but the gaurds were still looking..he began to think a moment as his eyes came across a woman that was passed out..a idea sprung in his head. Soon enough he with a cloak some dirt and some brush fashioned a crude disguise..his face was hidden by dirt and the hood and his clothing would mostly be covered. Though simple he was going to relay on two things: A.) at a glance he can't be pointed out. and B.) These gaurds don't know his reputation with using a disguse like the royal familys gaurds are trained to look for. This is gonna be easy..

Soon enough he was on the ground next to the woman gently shaking her he putting on a voice "Oh my god..my dear..wake up my dear..gaurds! gaurds!" he yelled calling out to the three they walking to him "did you see a man run by here!?" the asked, in their minds focused on the escaping thief "Yes that horrible man stabbed my daughter when she attempted to stop him..please, can you get the healer?" The gaurds stood to glance down at the woman..she looked like she was in a fight..though it was a bit strange..from what they saw Garret ran away more then fight. but they figured he was desperate enough to attack the woman. After a moment, the men's nobitly got to them. The men split up, one ran back to the village, one to continue down the road where he thought Gerret ran, and one stood gaurd with the pair. With it just being one gaurd, it only was a moment before Gerret could palm out his blackjack and knock the man out when he was not looking. With both of the men split up he had precious time to get his loot and get out of there.

As he got up to get ready to run he looked down to the woman...there was a momentary hesitation..a attack of conscience. She was wounded..if she left her here, she would have bled out before the healer got to her..but the gold.. after cursing himself he took a moment to cut off the guards coin purse so at least he'd not lose some money from the long preparations he took for the heist and planned to come back later. In the time he would have took to run back to get his gold, he took the time to put together a makeshift bandage and wrap her wound, using a bit of his water skin to clean it. He'd tend to it more effectively when he could get some distance and set up camp. Gently picking up the woman and carrying her over her shoulder, fireman style. he began to run into the woods in his head counting down the time he'd assume it take the other guard who ran down the road to check back with his partner..and he was off by a few seconds but he was free and clear

 

[ladyoffiction]

Amelia briefly regained consciousness when she felt someone shaking her. Where was she? Who was with her? Her head was aching and she tasted blood. She coughed, spitting up a bit of blood, before passing out again. Her body, drenched in an ancient magic that even she didn't understand, tried to heal itself, but something was wrong. Her wounds healed halfway, but then stopped. The worse wounds hadn't healed at all. If she had been conscious, she would have been afraid.

Again, she woke when someone picked her up. Immediately, she thought herself to be in danger and she tried to squirm out of the person's grasp. Her body protested by sending a spasm of pain throughout her body. She moaned. Her hands reached out. Where was her sword? She needed her sword. She needed to fight, get to safety, something. She tried opening her eyes, but the rising sun was too bright. She tried to speak, but only more blood spat up.

It wasn't until later that Amelia regained full consciousness. Based on the sun's position, it was late afternoon. She was outside, laying on the ground, a small fire to her right. She could barely open her eyes and her mouth was dry. So dry. She tried to move, but her body rewarded her again with a spasm of pain. She cried out. She hadn't experienced this sort of pain in decades. What was wrong with her body? Why wasn't she healing properly? Taking all of her strength, she tried to speak. "Help..." she managed feebly.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

"Thats what I am trying to do.." a male voice spoke beside her as if she looked to the side she would see what looked like a man in a suit of fine clothes..but was tinged with dirt from his travels outside from city to city..the camp was littered with various objects he's taken of various value as he then looked over the woman as he began to dress her wounds..from her reactions and how she was not recovering he began to think a moment. "Wait..it could be a poison.." he spoke as he began to take out a set of vials it looking like a kit of various healing components both normally and a few magic he taking out a light vial and opened it "..take a moment to drink this..might taste off going down but if their is a poison it'll take care of it right quick..also it has some magic properties to do some weak healing magic..it'll assist to help you recover.."

After taking a moment to help her drink a portion of the vial to help recover he kept close still watching over to make sure she was stable..he didn't notice yet but in his hair which he did take good time and pride to comb and tie back to look presentable was fluffed up and messy, twigs and leaves in it form his rapid run from the road to into the woods so he could get away with her without the guard noticing him..there was a momentary flash to that score of gold he found..but it was pushed out of his head with a sigh..he was focused on helping the woman.