A long few days passed and slowly, her eyes slowly opened to see the glowing trees above her. She gasped softly and tried to sit up when the wound kept her still. Placing a hand on the wound she tried to relax but found it hard.
"Stay still, your wound is raw still." Reaper said, though much colder than usual. She turned to look over at him to see he was leaning against a tree, arms crossed.
"Thank you, for bringing me here, taking care of my wound." She said lightly, shifting herself to sit up against the nearby tree. Though she kept a hand on her wound the entire time.
"Hmpf." Was the only acknowledgment he made and it was then she noticed his cold disposition. Staring at him a moment, she began to wonder why he was like that all of a sudden and looked down at the wound only to discover it was wrapped beneath her shirt. It all clicked together.
"You saw it, didn't you?"She asked lightly. "Reaper, I can explain, it's-"
"Save it." He snapped standing upright. "Consider our deal, our arrangement broken, you'll go your way and I'll go mine."
"Wait a minute, Reaper!" She tried to stand only to gasp and remain still. "At least let me explain, after I'm done if you still decide to leave, you can. At least, give me that much."
"I owe you nothing."
"You're right, you don't. Just...please." She begged watching him intently.
He studied her a moment then nodded, moving closer and sitting nearby. "Nothing but the truth. Swear to me at least that much."
"I'll tell you everything, in pure honesty." She shifted against the tree once more finding a more comfortable position and began to think of where to begin.
"When I escaped the Elvish Kingdom, I wandered around for a long time. I knew the stories of the Ivory Kingdom, of how they'd bring in refugees, offer them a home in exchange for service. I thought it was the only way to stay safe, so I made my way there. At least, if I learned how to protect myself, I could protect myself when I was alone." She sighed, "even at such a young age, they accepted me into their ranks, began training me. I quickly excelled in their training, I moved into their rogue training and quickly rose up those ranks as well. They never knew I was only as good as I was because I had a little extra help."
"Your sight?"
She nodded, "The Ivory King noticed my prowess and effectively erased my existence from the kingdom, staging a death so it seemed I was killed off within the ranks. Instead, I joined the Black Hands. At the time there were only four of us but, by the time the Great War had reached its peak, there were only three. I hid my true-self from all of the kingdom, especially the king. I knew for a fact, if he discovered what I was, he'd either use me or trade me into the Elvish kingdom for some deal to turn the tide of the war his way."
She was silent a moment, and removed her helmet, setting it down beside her. "I couldn't hide it for long. During a battle, as I was protecting the king, my helmet came off, as I moved him into a safe area he saw it and knew of it. Once back in the Kingdom he told me if I desired to keep my position I would do as he said or he'd turn me over to the Elvish kingdom without a second thought. He knew I was a powerful bargaining tool, he'd use me the moment he could. And he did."
"He knew my one rule, I would never kill an innocent. They'd need to be deserving of death." She frowned raising a hand to cover her right eye. "He tested that, decided to see how willing I was to break my one rule. Assuring me that it was my one rule, or my life. In that situation, what would anyone do?"
Silence hung between them a moment before he said, "who did you kill?"
Slowly, she turned to look over at him, her frown ever growing. "I didn't."