Protector returned to Rose within moments before the entire camp was in uproar.
"Well that seemed to have went well" she said.
"sure. . ." Protector looked away slightly shaken and pale from what had transpired.
"What's wrong never killed before?" she asked with her crooked smirk.
"Not that" he said. Looking back at the camp, seeing soldiers on the move forming search parties, "we better get out of here and quick"
They duo moved back into the deep parts of the forest quickly as they could for no light to guide them the new moon hid itself in darkness. After two hours of their retreat Rose finally made them stop “so that’s it job done? You killed him right?”
“He is dead. . . But I did not kill him” he was looking around for twigs to start a fire.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, “your sword was bloody when you came back”
“It is something I do not expect you to understand. . .” he struck tinder and slowly brought the small flame to life in a few short moments.
I’m never expected to understand anything about you or your people are I?” she looked off into the dark, muttering something about xenophobia.
“It’s not xenophobia that is for sure, my tribe has a curse. That has been a plague for hundreds of years, and tonight it took effect on me.” He stared deeply into the fire throwing a log on it.
“And what is this great curse you speak of?” she asked as she sat across form him looking at him and the dancing flames licking the dried log.
With a small sigh he began to speak “every child grows up with legends of the darkness in the night, but our children grow up with stories of the darkness within themselves, long, long ago before we were even a concept in the eyes of the Creators, there where dark things that roamed the land to the north of my peoples village. These where demons of ice and shadow, the descended from the mountains on high, they bore horns on their heads great beards like the pelts of bears, broken swords that weighed as much as stones and they spoke in a deep growl of a foreign tongue that we did not know. These monsters brought destruction to every place they touched. Laying upon them the wrath of the four elements; Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. People from every tribe fell to there might, until the ancestors, the founders of my modern tribe rose up against them. They were called The Warriors of the Circle. These great fighters and mages alone could hold of the northern demons but it was not easy the fights were long, brutal and filled with much bloodshed. Finally after seven years of constant war, what remained of the warriors used ancient magic and casted what we today know as The Endless Knotwork. Bound the demons to their own souls so that they could not take a physical form, this came at a heavy price. Forever there would be darkness in our hearts and it would be an eternal battle within for everyone descended from their blood. We are born with two souls our soul the one you have talking to you now and the soul of one of the demons. My people live in isolation not from choice but of necessity if we were to deal with the pain in violence of the outside world it would awaken the dark spirits within us and we would lose control and the dark ones would return. Because of my father’s mess. . . mine has awaken.” He laid down back to the fire. He did not speak for the rest of the night. Rose sat there thinking of all she had told him. The fire burned.
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