Draken began regretting having taken the girl with him the moment she opened her mouth to issue her first complaint. He wanted to go West, she wanted to go South. He wanted to make the wolf walk ahead of them, she wanted to keep it by her side.



By the time the sun had began shining directly on top of their heads, Draken had had enough of her for a lifetime.

( It was time to obey the outlaw )</div>

 I'm so, so, so, SO sorry for the long hiatus. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not abandoning this story at all, I've just been very busy working on other things, and had some real life issues to deal with. Anyway, chapter three is on the works. All pictures have been taken, now all there's left to do is write!

...And hope you guys still remember the characters and the story.

 

He was running out of breath by the time he reached the end of the river, where the stream turned into a thinning snake that led to the only farm he knew. After the long distance he had just ran, and with the weight of the sword in his hand, he almost felt like a man coming home after a war. He felt weary, and at the same time, he felt big and powerful.

Except this was not his home, and the war against Ayne's malady was still going on. And like the warrior he was, he would save Ayne's life no matter what.

Beneath the shade of the trees, three small figures sat talking in rapid voices. They had not seen him yet, and Derrick prayed they wouldn't. If that blond head belonged to whom he thought it did, he would never go back to Ayne on time.

 

( It wasn't as if he didn't get along with the farmers... )

 “...and we found bones,” Derrick was saying in an overly excited tone. “Lots and lots of bones, and skulls, and skeletons!”

 

( Ayne shivered as if a ghost had passed right through her.  )

In this chapter
Characters: Derrick, Ayne, Draken
POV: Ayne
Generation: first