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It was a dark, damp night within the town of Aldria. The rain poured upon the young boy’s skin and soaked his clothes, causing his hair to cling to his face and shoulders as he was thrown backwards off of the cart that he and his parents were riding through town on. His eyes went wide with shock and fear when his back hit the cobblestone road of the marketplace.
Usually, he saw their faces when he looked up at them. Usually, the dream held every last detail of the memory. Not this time. His parents were faceless; the only way he could tell their emotions was by the tone of their voices. His father spoke with a growl in his tone.
“You are no son of mine. Go to an alley and rot, you worthless swine!” He roared, making his son cringe, bringing tears to his eyes, but never leaving his father’s gaze.
With a snap of the reins, the pair of rather beautiful jet black horses began walking once again, dragging the cart behind them. The mother nearly stood up in her seat but stopped and sat back down after bumping her head on the awning of the cart. The only indication she was staring at him was the way her featureless face was trained on his.
“We will come back for you, I promise, dear!” Her voice was cracked and lined with pure horror, though showed every intention of the truth. Yet, she never raised a hand against her husband.
And there the boy sat, now shivering in the cold rain, too shocked to move, too scared to say anything. His eyes were locked on the cart until it disappeared in the oddly large crowd, even for this time of night, and only then did his eyes trail around him to figure out his surroundings. But I never did anything wrong… He thought, tears welling in his eyes once more and leaking down his cheeks, blending with the pouring rain. He watched as everyone gave him disgusted looks and snarls as they walked past, not even bothering to say a word to see if he was alright, or even offering him a hand to help him up. It seemed like such a harsh world. He suddenly scrambled to his feet and out of the way when he was almost run over by a dapple-gray Appaloosa. The horse’s driver was a bit slumped over with the cowl of his black cloak hiding his face, as he stared at him from underneath. But the boy didn’t need to see his face to know he was giving him a dirty look. He retreated quickly from the market streets and into the nearest empty alley. He curled up at the wall, and sat there, not knowing what to do, and no one to go to. Only then did he realize that he was suddenly utterly alone in this world, and he would never go back to living comfortably in a warm, cozy home with a roof over his head to keep the rain from him. He would never go back to his family, despite the trustworthy words of his mother.
The dream melted away into blackness, and he heard a familiar voice; “Damius, are ya alright?”
His head snapped up and he opened his eyes. He was being nudged by a merchant’s foot. A merchant he had known for a while and tended to hang out with every morning.
The boy nodded, pulling his bony legs up to his chest as he gave a slight smile. “I’m fine. Just dozed off is all.” He replied simply, the dream still fresh in his mind. Damius was kicked out on the streets a good three years ago, and had gotten used to all the dirty looks, and stealing food and clothing to survive on.
His eyes scanned the area. It looked like it had every day. Busy, noisy, and everyone always giving the homeless, including himself, a glare as they passed by.
Out of all the people here, there had only been three that ever dared to show Damius kindness of any sort. There was the old man in the near-empty bookstore that taught him how to read and write before it was closed down. There was the baker that always tended to leave a small basket of leftover bread sitting just in the alley every evening, ever since he was caught stealing from the shop before she moved away; and then there was the merchant, who went by the name of Hartley, and was one that tended to get a bit lonely at times, wanted someone to talk to when things got slow. Damius gladly kept him company, rather enjoying it himself.
“Not sleeping again? What am I goin’ to do with ya, kid?” The merchant said as he rolled his eyes before producing a fresh apple and tossing it to the boy.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll live.” Damius said with a grin, looking up at him as he caught the apple, and nodded his thanks before taking a bite of it, its juice running from the corners of his mouth. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his tattered shirt and paused when he heard distinguishable muttering from the jumble of voices within the market.
“Look at him! He looks pathetic!” One sandy-haired boy mumbled to his three buddies, his head gesturing Damius’s way. They each looked to be between fourteen and seventeen years old.
“I know, it’s crazy… and he’s a demon….” Another said, taking a glance.
“And he’s sitting around with a human none the less!” Came a third voice.
The single girl that was with the three boys shook her head at them, her shining black locks swishing about her face and resting at her shoulders again when she opened her mouth. “Just leave him alone. If anything, you should feel bad for him!”
The first boy scoffed, making her flinch and hug her patchwork stuffed bunny even tighter than before, and she bowed her head and went quiet.
At that point, Damius decided he had heard enough and it was time to leave before anything happened. His bony figure rose, a chilling wind whipping about and tugging at his hair and tattered, dirty clothing.
“Where you headed, kid?” Hartley asked, looking over from his cart at him.
“I’m going to go out to the river for a bit. I’ll be back later.” Damius said in response, turning away from the merchant and walking off toward the nearest exit of the city, and right toward the group. He planned to head into the nearby alley and make a run for it before they decided to try something, but he noticed the scared look on the young girl’s face as he approached and paused for a moment, the eye contact only lasting a split second before she dipped her head down to stare hard at the ground and chew at her rather chapped lips. One of the boys laughed a bit and nudged the girl aside roughly, making her stumble to the side and almost drop her stuffed animal, and the two others went to step in toward Damius, producing rather sharp looking knives.
Damius’ eyes widened a bit and he made a break for it, running off to the left and into the dark alley, dropping his apple in the process, but he was caught by the wrist before he could get away from them. He whirled around as he attempted to pull away, and caught the glint of a blade poised at his throat from the corner of his eye, and without thinking, drew his free hand back with fingers curled tight into his palm, and punched the sandy-haired boy holding onto him right in the nose, causing the lad’s head to jerk back and his grip to loosen. Damius quickly pulled free, turned, and dashed off as fast as he could, wanting no fight. When he made it to the end of the alley, he skidded to a halt suddenly when he met the face of the third boy that he thought stayed behind to watch after the girl, a wicked grin on his face and plain-looking daggers in both hands. Damius took a step back, his eyes traveling his surroundings frantically in an attempt to find a way out, but stayed facing the ignorant little human in his way, keeping a watch on his movements. He knew the other two were directly behind him, he heard their pursuing footsteps had stopped uncomfortably close to his back. Then he heard another set of steps approaching in a desperate run toward him, and risked a glance over his shoulder to see the girl, her eyes moist and filled with fear.
“Stop this, please!” She begged, hanging onto one of the boy’s arms when she reached him. “He doesn’t deserve this!”
“Get away you brat, this is none of your business!” The boy growled out in irritation at her interruption, pushing her away roughly and causing her to fall backward on her rump and drop her toy, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
Damius did not bother at this point to run. This wasn’t right in his eyes. But then, when you’re a young demon, not at all having the urge to kill for his share in life, and sit out on the streets so contently with what a real demon considered a worthless human, naturally someone would eventually try to put a beating on him, and not dare listen to those so innocent at heart.
The one behind him took his chance and came swinging in quickly with a cry, thinking to end Damius’ life, but the demon was quicker, and ducked before either blade connected with his flesh, twisted around, and punched as hard as he could into the boy’s knee, making his leg buckle from under him and practically fall on top of him. Damius caught the boy by his shirt and simply tossed him off to the side away from him with one hand, while the other wrenched one of the daggers away. He then stood up straight and stared the other two in the face. The knuckles on his hand that held the weapon turning white and a dangerous fire burned in his eyes. The rage brought by the natural urge to kill was threatening to take hold of him. He fought the urge to rip open the ignorant little humans and let their blood flow on his hands and clothes as he listened to their agonized, blood-filled gargles of screams.
“Leave.” He demanded in a tone so unintentionally cold, sadistic and threatening that it sent shivers up the boys’ spines. He did not want to kill them, but knew he couldn’t hold back if they went after him again. His gaze hardened when one, older than the other from the looks, shook his head.
“Not in a lifetime. You don’t scare me, you pathetic demon.” He spat, though there was an ever so slight tremor in his voice. His buddy looked at him a moment as if contemplating whether to back him up or not before his eyes locked back on Damius, a small smirk playing on his lips. Simultaneously, they came after him, one’s blade aimed for his throat, the other threatening to slice open his belly. The only thing that saved Damius is when he went to dodge; the one that he sent to the ground grabbed his ankle and yanked him off balance. As Damius fell to the cobblestone, he stabbed the nearest human’s foot, and used his own to kick the one laying with him in the face to get free. He got the tips of his feet on the ground and lunged behind the two standing, the dagger still being gripped tight in his hand, stopping on all fours right beside the now wide-eyed girl. He spun around, on his hands and the balls of his feet, glaring up and snarling at his opponents as if he were some wild animal. They all paused suddenly when a familiar voice came at the end of the alley.
“Hey, what are ya boys doin’ with my only company in this town?” Hartley asked with an intimidating tone, walking calmly down the alley to join them.
Damius looked over his shoulder to look at the merchant, the flame in his eyes diminishing immediately and his hand loosening around the hilt of the dagger. He sat back on his legs and stared up at him in disbelief when the middle-aged man stepped in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the trouble makers. “You three best be runnin’ along. You attack my young lad again and I’ll be dealing with you myself!”
Though Hartley was never in the least scary to Damius, he was quite a tall, burly and gruff man, a tad bit creepy to those who didn’t know him as the kind, talkative guy he was. Damius could not help but smile, glad to know that at least one person in this world would stand up for him. He watched as the three boys gaped at Hartley, stumbled away from him, and ran off, all of them dropping their weapons. Even the girl scooted back from him a bit with a small whimper, clinging to the stuffed bunny she quickly recovered.
“Are you two alright?” Hartley asked as he turned to look at the two children, giving them a warm smile, his expression changing in an instant. He helped Damius to his feet and then offered the girl a hand, but she quickly scrambled away from the merchant and got up herself. She stared at the two for a while before suddenly running up to Damius and hugging him tightly from behind.
“Thank you so much for not killing them! I hope you aren’t hurt!” She blurted out quickly, on the verge of tears once more in worry.
Damius was at a sudden loss for words, a confused look crossing his face before he laughed a bit, though it held no humor. If it were not for Hartley stepping in, he would have probably killed them, either that, or he would have been the one going down with as much of a fight he could muster.
“I’m fine, really.” He said finally after a moment, and she smiled up at him and planted a thankful kiss on his cheek before running off without another word, disappearing around the corner.
“Looks like you got yourself a girlfriend, eh?” Hartley joked, and they both laughed. “Come on, kid, let’s head back, yeah? I can’t leave my cart unattended for long, y’know.” With that said, he headed back toward where he came from, and paused when he didn’t hear Damius follow.
“Go on ahead, I’ll be back later.” Damius explained with a smile before waving as he turned and ran off, leaving the merchant alone. The young demon raced out of the city as fast as his bony legs could carry him, loving the feeling of the wind on his face. He was not just running for the thrill of it all, he was running in case those troublemaking boys decided to have another go at him. He fled out of the wide open but well guarded gates and out across the lush, green hills. He glanced behind him when he reached the top of one of the hills to see if anyone was following, and he was relieved to find that no one was. When he reached the river he often went to, he dove in without even pausing. The water was cold, causing him to gasp when he hit. He fought to surface, coughing up the water he unintentionally inhaled and shivered thanks to the chill.
“That was smart…” He muttered to himself sarcastically with a huff. He never would have imagined the river being this cold, considering it was only early fall and nowhere near as chilly outside yet. Another shiver traveled up his spine, and he ducked back down under the water, forcing himself to deal with the cold as he worked off the dirt clinging to his skin and clothes, resurfacing for air every few minutes or so. A half hour passed, and he decided to finally crawl out of the river. He froze suddenly when he saw two men approaching, one wearing a hat that matched his black and gold embroidered long coat all neatly buttoned up, carrying the symbols of demon military on his chest. The other wore a similar coat, though it was not buttoned and held silver accents instead of gold. They both stopped a good five feet away from Damius, a set of stern, jet-black eyes stared out from under the shade of the hat and down at the child demon, while the less important looking man looked through some sort of chart.
Damius only recognized the symbol thanks to the old man from the bookstore. He also read several books on demon military as well, finding the tales without ever any good outcome or without blood and gore.
“This is the boy?” The man in the hat asked. He did not sound very impressed, and he seemed to be rather bored, as well. He never looked away from Damius, who was still on the ground on his hands and knees, soaked and chilled to the bone, a twinge of fear in his wide, confused eyes.
“The description matches perfectly, sir.” The other said with a nod, looking up from the papers he held to look at the boy.
“Great. Grab him and let’s go.” With that, the fancy-dressed man turned around and began walking back toward the city, not another word escaping his lips.
“Of course, sir.”
Damius stopped breathing for a moment. The demon military planned to take him? No. He was too content where he was in the streets of the city. He was not going to go anywhere. Damius pushed his feet off the ground when the apparent lower-ranked man went to grab him, and raced past him and toward the nearby forest. He was going to run, and he was going to hide, he figured, until they stopped looking for him and left the city.
“H-hey, get back here!” Damius heard the man say, and the other one sigh in annoyance.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” The other said, just before he suddenly appeared right in front of Damius, the air around him becoming a smoke reflecting the black and gold colors he wore for a moment as his body completely took form, an un-amused expression on his face.
Damius tried to stop before he ran into the black-dressed man, and ended up falling backward with a bit of a startled yelp. He scrambled to his feet and started running back the way he came, but was grabbed roughly by the arm and yanked back.
“You’re not going anywhere.” The man said, easily keeping a hold on the young demon, who was struggling as much as he could.
“Help!” Damius cried over and over as he continued to fight against him, even though there was no one but the two demons to hear his pleas. “Hartley! anyone! Help me!”
“There’s no one here to help you, kid. You’re coming with us.” With that said he picked the boy up and pulled him over his shoulder, not at all phased by the thrashing as he once more began walking back to the city, his military companion following directly behind.
Damius did not let up, bent on getting away and running for his life, but went still and silent on the military man’s shoulder in horror when they entered the city, his mouth dropping open and his inhuman red eyes going wide.
The market was trashed, some of the tents and carts set on fire, some broken, their contents thrown carelessly into the streets and stepped on. Blood also filled the streets, along with the bodies the liquid belonged to.
The one carrying the boy dismissed his companion and stopped at Hartley’s cart, which was burning. The merchant was on his knees, hands clasped together at his chest as he muttered frantic prayers, a pair of demons standing directly behind at either side of him, a hand clasped tight on either shoulder to keep him from running, sharp nails dug into his skin. Hartley stopped his seemingly hopeless mumbling to stare up fearfully at the man and Damius.
“G-general, I see ya found him!” He stammered in fear, a note of both regret and relief in his voice and eyes, “Yer going to hold up ya end of the bargain, right?”
The man smirked from under his hat and gave a short nod, waving off the two other men, and they let the merchant go without question. He watched as the human became slightly more relaxed and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the cobblestone in thanks, speaking his appreciation over and over again as he did.
The apparent demon general then turned sharply and continued to walk toward the northern part of the city, two single words escaping his lips casually, as if he could care less about spilling more blood, “Kill him.”
Hartley’s head shot up from the ground and his wide eyes went to the back of the demon, then to the horrified Damius. “N-no, wait! Ya said ya would spare me!” He froze suddenly when he heard the ringing of blades being pulled from their sheaths from behind him.
The general looked over his shoulder at the human with that smirk plastered to his face. “I lied.”
Before Hartley could move, both demons behind him grinned and plunged their swords tip first into either side of the merchant’s back, causing Damius to flinch and tears to well in his eyes.
“No!” The boy screamed, once more thrashing about in attempt to get over to his only friend in the world. He watched, too shocked to look away, as the light left Hartley’s eyes and he slumped back down to the bloody streets of the market. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he fought to get free, to run over to the merchant and help him, to somehow save him.
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Samael walked along the streets, looking upon the carnage with sickening satisfaction, paying no heed to the boy on his shoulder. Only a demon would smile at the blood, destruction and chaos. Where the average being would hardly be able to stand the sight it was so disgusting, he, and the demons he lead from city to city to destroy, found it invigorating and rather beautiful.
The reason he had lead his army to the city was exactly what they were doing now: to destroy it and take it as their own, just like the military had done to a rough two thirds of the northern region of Veraniden, including the Howling Mountains and had put the lesser races and mindless humans stupid enough to attempt living within the snow-filled mountains into their places in the afterlife. But when he heard about a demon child being in the city, he immediately went to hunt for it, under strict orders to bring any found back to base to be recruited.
As he thought about how large the military has been growing and how quickly they had been overtaking towns, castles and elf-populated forests alike, the idea of the demon race holding control of the whole continent brought a grin to his lips. At this rate, it would be more than easy, considering humans were so weak and pathetic; all they ever seemed to be good for was cannon fodder and slaves, and that was all they ever would be.
According to a few rumors running about one of the main bases, which resided in the town of Drendyn, a rough five cities away just west of the Howling Mountains, soldiers and generals alike have spread a rumor about going overseas to raid the old elven islands once they spread to the western coast. Personally, the general thought the idea unnecessary, and they should work on the land they were on now before hitting the water, but he really could not care less, knowing he and his men were too far east to worry about it. Besides, it was just a rumor, and most around the base proved to be untrue in the first place.
The demon stepped over the lifeless body of a young woman lying in her own pool of blood without giving a second glance and worked his way through the destruction his men were making quick work of, and toward the northern gates of the city. Once outside, he set Damius down on his feet, grabbing him by his brown hair, and dragged him along, rather tired of the boy moving about wildly on his shoulder. He lead him over to the carriage that housed five other bound up demon children, all taken from the previous cities his army had ensued chaos upon. He pushed the boy over to one of the three men guarding the carriage, and ordered for the boy to be bound and put with the rest. Right after the last word left his lips, Aton, his right hand man wearing the silver coat came over.
“Sir,” He said, no longer holding his chart, “Over a third of the town has already been wiped clean.” Aton paused, looking past the general and at the boy, who was being forced into the carriage with the rest of the new recruits. “Might I suggest we start heading back before it gets dark, considering the humans aren’t putting up much of a fight at all?”
The general thought a moment before nodding. “You’ll stay here and keep them under control. I’ll be back when I can.” With that said, he almost effortlessly climbed to the top of the carriage, and sat down on the roof cross-legged.
“Sir,” Aton began with a sigh, rather used to him ignoring the words ‘we’ and ‘us’ when he mentioned them. He now had to crane his neck to look up at him, “I at least request you sit inside the carriage for your own safety.”
“Bah! You worry too much.” The general stated, a small smirk playing across his lips. “We’ll be passing back through secured territory, it’s not like anyone’s going to shoot me.” He watched as his right hand man shook his head hopelessly, saluted his farewell, and watched as the driver of the carriage gave a snap of the reins upon the general’s command, causing the horses to begin trudging along.
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Damius was thrown into the carriage none-too easily, and landed on his chest with his hands bound rather uncomfortably behind his back. He sat up and glared back at the demon that had forced him inside, and watched as the door slammed in his face.
Several pairs of eyes stared at him, he quickly realized, and he looked around at the five other children, three of which looked like they were even younger than him. No one said a word to the boy, and he never spoke, either, but sat down at the wall farthest away from them, and stared hard at the floor so they could not see his face. He fought back tears as the fresh memory of watching Hartley being killed right in front of him flooded his mind, biting down hard on hit bottom lip as his body racked with silent sobs. Damius had so suddenly lost everything yet again. His only friend in the city, and the streets of the market he dared to call home. He had been so content there, though most would quickly say it was one of the worst ways to live.
When the carriage began moving, he slumped forward a bit to further hide his face, the tears fleeing from his eyes and escaping down his cheeks and onto the floor. He was oblivious of one of the girls making her way over to him.
“Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” She asked with a tone as soft as could be.
Damius slowly looked up at the human girl that was now sitting directly in front of him, her large, sympathy-filled green eyes looking into his as though they once held an adorable innocence. They stood out well against the beautiful black hair that fell about her face, as well. She reminded him of the girl with the stuffed animal he had gotten hugged by earlier.
“No, I’m fine…” He responded after a moment of quietness, his voice cracking slightly. Another minute passed as silence, and he let his head drop, going back to staring at the floor.
The girl tilted her head to the side a bit, watching him. “You lost someone, too, huh?” His only response was a simple nod. So much for conversation… She thought, looking back over her shoulder at the others who were huddled together in silence. She huffed in annoyance and looked back at the boy.
“My name is Ilust Allerris.” She introduced, seeming to be the only one with enough guts to even go near him, much less speak aloud within the carriage. This time, he looked back up at her and responded with saying his own name.
“Damius…. Damius Nitheneon.”
A smile spread across Ilust’s face then, glad to see he was finally speaking up a bit. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dami.” She then paused at her thoughtless shortening of his name, and hoped she had not just made him mad. “Eh… you don’t mind if I call you Dami, do you?” She asked, laughing a bit nervously.
“No, I don’t mind at all.” Damius said, daring to show a small grin in return as she relaxed and sighed in relief. He then decided to ask a question of his own for curiosity’s sake. “You seem awful relaxed on the fact that we’ve gotten kidnapped by the military.”
Ilust nodded a bit. “Well, I was really scared at first. But after the third day stuck in this thing, I began playing a supporting role in here for comfort.” She shrugged, looking over her shoulder once more. “I’ve kept the youngest calm, and I’ve done my best to ease the others, but they won’t say a word to me.” She brought out her bottom lip in a frustrated pout at the four huddled together and received a glare from one of them, but continued to pout a moment before she looked right back at Damius and shrugged once again. “I’m glad to finally have someone to talk to, though.” Another thing she was glad about was the look on Damius’ face. He seemed much more welcome to talk now that she had managed to get his mind away for the moment from the tragedy that happened back with the army’s latest game of invade and destroy.
A small silence filled the carriage afterward and she got to her feet and lifted onto her tippy-toes to stretch just before it jerked abruptly as one of the wheels rolled over a stone, causing Ilust to yelp a bit in surprise as she felt herself falling. She quickly put her arms out in front of her, to catch herself as she saw the sturdy wooden floor beneath her quickly growing closer, but stopped suddenly about a foot from her face when she felt a strong hand grip her arm pull to her back up. Her widened eyes locked onto Damius’s hand and gave a small smile to him, her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment seeing as he had also risen and managed to brace himself perfectly fine.
“S-sorry…” She stammered in a bit of a squeaky tone as he let her go, her gaze averting to the ground as she silently damned herself for her klutziness.
“It’s fine, as long as you’re alright.” Dami said in return along with a laugh. He leaned against the locked door of the carriage and sighed when silence once more filled the air, his thoughts drifting back to Hartley and the demon military. He decided rather quickly he hated the demons and their cruel ways, and began to wonder just where they were going, and just what they planned to do to him. He again tried to clear the dark thoughts swimming around in his head and decided to learn more about the girl in front of him.
“So….” He began as he focused on a single subject first, “What would the demons want with you? I mean, you’re a human, aren’t you?”
“Human?” Ilust echoed before laughing, causing his expression to twist in confusion, “No, no. I’m a demon just like you, and everyone else here.”
“You are?” Dami asked in disbelief, cocking an eyebrow at her. She had fair skin, green eyes and jet black hair, no sense of darkness tainted in her face or tone, no inhuman features of any sort… It was extremely rare for anyone with pure demon blood to look completely human in the least… He had only heard of one aside from Ilust in a book, one that owned perfect human features. Another girl hundreds of years ago had been recorded as a great demon with long, flowing dark hair and fair skin, said to be one of the greatest war generals in existence, leading seas of her kindred into battle and never losing, escaping with barely a scratch on her. The story told of how she held her well-earned popularity proudly and never gave up, and was a rather hot-headed woman, determined to be the best in all the land. She had been told about a single other great demon, one said to be even greater than she, and decided to go off on her own in search of this fiend and slaughter him, claiming his head as her prize and further raising her rank among hell’s society. But she quickly found out that the devil - depicted in the book as a tall, muscle defined hellfire elemental with rows of finely pointed teeth and dragon-like horns curling from his forehead - was too strong for her. She fell during the fight with him and forever more she found herself amongst the legendary.
But it was all according to a simple story inked upon pages sandwiched by a leather cover, and that was all Damius ever took it as. He never really saw it as a piece of history, convinced that there were no such things as demons that looked exactly like humans, though he did still find such tales interesting. But now, standing before him was a girl that fits the description of this great befallen demon, and it left him a bit baffled on what to think.
“Yes.” Ilust nodded quickly as the word left her lips, looking up at him stubbornly, catching that he was in disbelief. “I am a demon. Though I don’t look like it or have any demonic powers or anything, I am!” She scrunched her eyebrows at him and pursed her lips in annoyance, going on the defensive side as she expected him to continue to doubt her.
Damius stared at her for a long moment before just shaking his head and taking a small step back, raising his hands in defeat, “Alright, alright. I won’t fight you over it.” He said. “Last thing I need is the one person that I might be able to even look at and not get killed by being mad at me.”
“Good, we're in this together then.” She said after she sighed in relief. She relaxed at his words, smiling up at him as the wagon bumped along the rocky path to their next destination.
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