Disclaimer: I own Talim, the plot, um . . . And you can have everything else, except the title.
I take flames, and anything u have to offer for me. I tend to go fast with my stories, so I'll try hard to not.
--Dealing with demons--
Glorfindel rubbed his eyes as he awoke from his deep slumber. His golden hair gleamed blue in the cool moonlight. The window had light blue beams streaming through it, and gold specks danced in the air, in syncopation with the breeze.
Glorfindel gasped in horror when he saw a crouched figure in the shadows of his room. The person stood up, somewhat humiliated, and stepped into the light. A tall, red-haired girl stood before him. She had on man's apparel, a tunic with a bow and quiver strapped to her back. "Go ahead. Call them. Call the guards for the coward you are." She sneered.
"Excuse me?" He asked in disbelief that a peasant like her would talk to him in such tone. "I've died. There is nothing worse than dying." He told her, still sitting in his bed.
The girl took no chances. She stumbled to the window, and climbed out with a simple, "arrogant fool."
Glorfindel practically fell out of his bed, and sleepily went to the window. He looked out with wide eyes, expecting a woman on a horse riding away, but only found a crow. He looked up, left, right, and finally, down. There were her clothes, in a pile; even the weapons were strewn across the yard. "What?" He murmured to himself, almost asking the crow if it'd seen anything. The crow cawed, and it hit him. Demons. Shape shifters. That woman, she was that crow.
The crow flew from the dewy grass and into the meadow a few feet from Glorfindel's room. The crow cawed and the leaves rustled, giving Glorfindel a feeling he never experienced before. The indescribable feeling went away with the coming of silence. He returned to his bed, slid under the covers, and tried to fall asleep with no avail.
"Demons don't exist. Demons don't exist." Ran through Glorfindel's conscious mind, seeming to never stop until the orange gleam of the sun spread across his face.