𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 for the cause he believes is just. yet in a matter of moments the battle cries from his mouth are choked by blood, and his weapon falls to the cobbled streets with a clang. another is left standing before them. clad in black, wielding a large dagger which is promptly tucked away. it has served is use. he looks upon their stern and frightened faces, but the time for pity is not now. the fall of the sword was enough to draw attention, already the sound of armor clad footsteps was growing nearer. ❛ 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊. ❜ the man says, and though hesitant, they follow.
the path in which he leads them is far easier returning than it was venturing out in search of them. the destination was not far.
❛ 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊. 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖞..! ❜ he spoke with a sense of urgency. a cautious look around before the door behind them was shut. the light of the fires may fend off the rats for a while yet, but did little to dismay the soldiers that scoured the streets in search of the last of the de rune family. ❛ 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. ❜ he ventured further inside, halting only when he noticed them lingering by the door.
❛ 𝖞𝖔𝖚... 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊? 𝖓𝖔. 𝖓𝖔, 𝖎 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙. 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖎'𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓. ❜ there is a deep sigh which follows his words. a moment of thought. ❛ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎 𝖆𝖒, 𝖎 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊. ❜ / @resfaybr ( amicia de rune ) & @eoinia ( hugo de rune ).
