Warriors: The New Era.
Chapter Twenty Five: A Tiny Coincidence.
Poppyfrosy opens her eyes and meets a strange new companion to help her. But very quickly, she realizes who the kid is to her...and why he needs to die.
"Ma'am?"
Poppyfrost stirred.
"Excuse me Ma'am, are you alright?"
She raised her eyes, and looked up.
It wasn't an angel of death.
It wasn't her savior.
It was a boy, probably ten years old, riding on a gray thoroughbred horse.
"Ma'am? How long have you been out here?"
Poppyfrost tried to speak but all that came out were raspy breaths.
The Boy got the hint, and reached into his saddlebag "Here, have some water."
Water?
Poppyfrost caught the thrown bottles, untwisted the cap and guzzled it down like there was no tomorrow. With what was left, she poured it on her neck, relefing her body, allowing the water to soothe down her breasts and back.
"How long have you been out here, mate?"
She held up a two sign.
"Two days?! God you're lucky to be alive! If the heat dont get ya, the scorps will."
Poppyfrost nodded, as the young boy gave her another bottle, to which she enjoyed slowly.
"What's your name?"
"Poppyfrost," she rasped "Where...where am I? What is this place?"
"Well at the moment, you're currently standing on the outskirts of the Great Victoria Desert. One of the biggest wastelands in Australia."
Poppyfrost did a double take.
"What?"
Australia?
"I'm in goddamn fucking AUSTRALIA?!" Poppyfrost roared.
The boy immediately dropped his friendly act, a scowl coming over his face "Something wrong with us?"
Poppyfrost nodded "It was one or your people that raped and killed hundreds of people!"
The boy clenched his teeth "Oh...sorry..."
"No no, I'm sorry, I know you're not all like that," Poppyfrost apologized "Just tired is all. I've been in that desolate place for too long."
"I'll say, come on, lemme take ya home. My place has got enough food for another guest."
Poppyfrost smiled "Thank you."
The boy held his hand out so Poppyfrost could get on the horse better.
Poppyfrost could now take a good look at the boy. He had jet black hair, that was shaggy all over, rosy cheeks, and what stood put most were his pale blue eyes.
She had seen those eyes before.
"What...what did you say your name was?" Poppyfrost asked in horror.
The boy's face immediately went sour and he shrugged "I don't really have a name. I can't remember the last time someone said it. Nowadays, everyone calls me Tiny."
Australia.
Tiny.
That was no coincidence.
Poppyfrost felt her legs give way, and faint.
Tiny was lucky that he came across her when he did.
Any sooner and the buzzards would be having a field day.
Poppyfrost sat in the back of the saddle, staring at Tiny in the back of the head "Uh...what year is it?"
"1996, and it's June."
The Damn Moonstone sent her to the past.
Poppyfrost quickly grinned, and realized if she killed the kid now, she could stop a lot of things in the future. But that would mean she would have to find her own way off this desolate land. She made a note to kill this kid when she had made it to their home.
So she relented.
Poppyfrost scowled "How far away is your home?"
"About twenty miles west of Lake Carnegie. In other words, we're four to five hours away on horseback."
"What's her name?"
"It's a male," Tiny responded, patting his horse on the side of the neck "And his name is Mac. Ain't that right old boy?"
The horse weighed loudly, showing its affection.
Poppyfrost sighed "How old are you?"
"Eleven."
"Chrissake kid, and you're out here by yourself?" Poppyfrost asked in wonder "Five hours away from home, roaming the wastelands?"
Tiny gave a timid smile "Ain't no one home gonna miss me much..."
Poppyfrost caught on and sighed "Oh. You're...bullied?"
"Yeah. Guess so. So where you from? Definitely not America, cause no American is dumb enough to walk through a desert on their own free will."
"You'd be surprised, giving on how many trends they've gone through."
"Huh?" Tiny looked back at her in confusion.
Poppyfrost chuckled and smiled softly "I'm from Forrestlake."
"Never 'eard of it."
"It's an island off the northern coast of Alaska."
Tiny raised an eye brow "Then how'd you get all the way down 'ere?"
Poppyfrost bit her lip "I...I don't really remember. I went to bed, woke up here."
"Poor lie, but I'm used to those," Tiny grumbled.
That only made Poppyfrost worse.
"Here we are," Tiny smiled warmly, no malice in his words.
Poppyfrost lowered her head.
It was an old shack, with tinted windows and a shed to the side. A small barn laid off to the side, for three horses, and Tiny nodded "It ain't much, but it's home. We got food, shelter, and air conditioning. Me and my siblings run the farm, and that gets us enough income to support ourselves. Why buy a car when we got horses?"
Poppyfrost turned to the young boy "Where are your parents?"
Tiny once again lowered his head "Momma left us when I was born. And Dad? Prolly gettin' drunk and nasty. He took the divorce hard."
The door swung open to see A tall handsome boy with black hair, and he snarled "Shit. Was bettin' that you wouldn't come back this time!"
"Fuck off Socks," Tiny growled.
"Watchu call me, Tiny?" The older boy growled.
"You always call me Tiny, so I'll call ya Socks. Lord knows you need to wash them. Could have sworn their crusty with...ya know."
"Socks" growled, and then set his eyes on the young woman behind him "Well hello, what have we here? Name is-"
"Quite frankly, I dont give a shit," Poppyfrost slid off the horse, and clutched her burned hand "Leave the kid alone."
"Hes my brother. Legally, I'm allowed to bully him. Now..." the boy ran a hand through his hair, eyeing her up and down rather lustfully "Let's me and you go take a tour of the house ay?"
Poppyfrost hissed and flipped him off.
Socks growled and shouted at the door "RUBY! The little shit is back!"
An older girl, 17 maybe, came out and curled her lip "Thought you wouldn't come back."
"Always will," Tiny smirked "Do we have any food leftover. Poppy here was out in the Great Victoria for two days."
"Yeah we got some food. For the dog," Socks grinned.
Tiny dropped his jaw "Dad said to go get food!"
"He said get food for the dog, or you," Socks smirked "I got food for the dog. We love him more then you."
Before Tinu could reply, Poppyfrost had enough and growled "What is wrong with you two?! Hes just a kid!"
"Yeah, a kid who wont shut up! One more mouth to feed, the way I see it," Ruby scoffed "So fuck him."
The two went back into the shack, and slammed the door shut.
Tint grabbed Poppyfrost's good hand and dragged her to the shed "Come on. It's warmer in here."
Poppyfrost could see how Tiny turned out the way he did.
Abusive family.
No parents to protect.
Hellhole as a home.
And a wasteland as their front yard.
Said tiny child was sleeping on a stack of hay, while the horses stayed silent asleep. A giant fat golden retriever rested beside Poppyfrost, and rolled around lazily. No wonder Tiny hated the dog. Stubborn bastard got more food then him.
Poppyfrost was leaning against the wooden wall, and looked around.
Tiny laid asleep, five feet from her.
Poppyfrost's torturer.
Sound asleep.
Poppyfrost slowly got up, careful not to alert the dog. She crept over to the other side of the wall, where a shiny pitchfork rested.
She gripped the weapon and glared at the young boy.
Poppyfrost quietly stepped over the hay stacks, and was now standing right over the boy.
That monster.
One who would kill hundreds of people.
Who would torment her for days on end.
At her mercy.
She raised the pitchfork, aiming for the little childs neck.
Before she could skewer him, the young boy groaned and flipped onto his back.
That innocent boy's face looking at her, snoring softly.
Instantly she didn't have the nerve.
Poppyfrost sighed and tossed the pitchfork to the ground and walked back to where she was.
Her foot kicked something, and she looked down at what it was. Her eyes eventually rested on her satchel, and she grabbed it. She pulled out the moonstone, and looked as it lightly glowed and hummed with power. The stone resonated with her soul that it was now back at full power.
She could go home.
It was here she made a choice.
She didn't want to go home.
Not without changing the tide.
Behold.
The Arc I've been waiting for.
A Tiny Coincidence.
Remember when I said I had no intentions of bringing him back? Well...it wasn't exactly a lie. But maybe an overexageration. Because if Poppyfrost succeeds, Scourge will never have existed. But even if she doesn't, Scourge will die by the Assassin's hands.
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