Summer Rose crawled along the ground, her legs long broken since her battle against Salem's newest Grimm. She'd managed to destroy it, though it pained her to see another Silver-Eyed Warrior, her first other Silver-Eyed Warrior, in such a sorry state. All sanity lost to the madness of the Grimm. She wanted to cry, but she'd only had the one eye to do it now, and the buzzing headache that came from the voice.
The voice, one she'd heard before, echoed from the darkness. Despite him being an immortal wizard, she doubted he held the power to arrive at her location when even she had no idea where she was. Regardless, she did her best to keep up her spirits. She wanted to go home. She needed to go home. To Taiyang. To Yang. To Ruby.
A hand caressed her head, making her freeze. It did not dig like Grimm talons, and yet the size was certainly not one that belonged to an adult. What was a child doing here of all places? It was at this point that she was immediately filled with fear, not only for her own life, but for this child as well. She crawled forward before finding her head in his lap. Her arms became heavy, so heavy, but she had to see him for herself. Pushing with the last of her strength, she turned to meet the boy.
He looked to be about 14, the youngest a child could be before attending a huntsman academy. Dark, brown curls gently bounced above tanned, freckled skin. His eyes green- no, hazel, and glittering with beautiful colors within. His clothes reminded her of a farmer, much like the ones she'd seen in her travels through Mistal, and very much like the boy she'd seen at the last one. Could it have been that same boy, the one whose parents served that delicious stew and pie? Her stomach bored itself into a hole with anguish at the thought of her last meal literally being her last meal.
She closed her eye, succumbing to both her wounds and the voice, as he mind began to fill with fear and hunger.
