Hello, first off I would like to apologise for my last CC/Whisper fanfic, entitled 'My Lovely Whisper'. Although I received some lovely reviews (Thank you :D) I felt that it was too rushed and quite frankly, didn't make sense! One minute they were talking and the next they were kissing! Deary me, Hayles45, what happened to your writing? But have no fear, another (and hopefully better) CC/Whisper fanfic is here! There are not enough of these fanfics!
Hood walked down the path in Darkwood. If he was completely honest with himself, he utterly despised this place. How could such a lovely village as Oakvale be situated right next to a nightmare? Realising that he had no resurrection phials left, he began to get nervous. Suddenly, he heard the snap of a twig,
"Who's there?" he gasped, spinning around to face whatever was near. Nothing. Sighing, he didn't notice the Balverine that dropped down behind him. Turning around, he let out a scream as the huge beast snarled in his face. Before he could even remove his weapon, it swiped him across the face, sending him sprawling and cutting his face. Just as he tried to get up, another Balverine appeared, leaping directly onto his stomach, winding him.
Hero, your health is low. Do you have any potions, or food? Weaver's familiar voice drifted into his head, making him grit his teeth as more of the hateful creatures appeared, "I guess this is the end, after all I've accomplished, killing Jack of Blades and the rest, I never thought my death would be at the hands of a Balverine..." he sighed to himself as the pack closed in, drooling in anticipation. As he closed his eyes, a bright light flashed and immediately the Balverines whimpered and ran away, obviously afraid of whatever had casted the spell. Hood was confused, but he was also dying, so it didn't matter much to him until a familiar, Samarkian voice drifted to his ears as he closed his eyes,
"Farmboy?"