Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin is not mine. If only.
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Yes, that was a very short prelude. I apologize ^^. However, I'm getting there. Please review.
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She began by sitting down slowly in the spot at which she had awoken. Presumably they couldn't be too far apart at this point, since she had been supporting him. Then again, Amon was the odd type. Perhaps he had believed her for dead.and had left. Shaking the thought out of her head, she scolded herself. Amon had come back and helped her, time and time again, no matter how little she believed in him between. He was not just a fellow worker, he was a friend, and she was responsible for his safety.
She began lifting chunks of cement from the top layer of destructed factory material and moving them to a cleared space nearby. The work was thorough and tiring in her already exhausted state, but she persevered. Little by little, the entire bunch of concrete was moved.and there was no Amon.
Robin refused to believe he was blown away in the explosion. Amon, the brooding strong fighter who had been the only impersonal member of the hunter team when she joined, was not just the type who would lie down and die. No, there must be another answer. She crawled along the ground, sifting the soil in hopes of discovering a handprint or a foot print or any trace of recent movement. She had no recollection of how many days had passed, so she could not use that to judge.
She felt so hopeless, and hungry. She had found clues yes, a body print 5 meters from where she had begun. The sand around it had been shifted as though moved, and it was certainly not her doing. The shifted sand led to the forest and shade which Robin desired. She had a decent knowledge of edible herbs and plants. If she could just get over their before darkness fell.then again, it would not be safe. She found a stable cluster of cement with a large hole in it, and crawled in for shade and sleep. A sad tear flowed down her cheek, and she wiped it away. Amon would not be dead. Then, sleep took her.
A tall figure came out from the darkness of the woods where he had been watching her restlessly throughout the day. He sat down nearby, but indefinitely out of view. In the dusk it was difficult to determine his appearance. Fingering the Orbo gun in his jacket pocket, he decided to wait through the night. She would need sleep first. Robin slept on, unknowing.
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Yes, that was a very short prelude. I apologize ^^. However, I'm getting there. Please review.
~ ~ ~
She began by sitting down slowly in the spot at which she had awoken. Presumably they couldn't be too far apart at this point, since she had been supporting him. Then again, Amon was the odd type. Perhaps he had believed her for dead.and had left. Shaking the thought out of her head, she scolded herself. Amon had come back and helped her, time and time again, no matter how little she believed in him between. He was not just a fellow worker, he was a friend, and she was responsible for his safety.
She began lifting chunks of cement from the top layer of destructed factory material and moving them to a cleared space nearby. The work was thorough and tiring in her already exhausted state, but she persevered. Little by little, the entire bunch of concrete was moved.and there was no Amon.
Robin refused to believe he was blown away in the explosion. Amon, the brooding strong fighter who had been the only impersonal member of the hunter team when she joined, was not just the type who would lie down and die. No, there must be another answer. She crawled along the ground, sifting the soil in hopes of discovering a handprint or a foot print or any trace of recent movement. She had no recollection of how many days had passed, so she could not use that to judge.
She felt so hopeless, and hungry. She had found clues yes, a body print 5 meters from where she had begun. The sand around it had been shifted as though moved, and it was certainly not her doing. The shifted sand led to the forest and shade which Robin desired. She had a decent knowledge of edible herbs and plants. If she could just get over their before darkness fell.then again, it would not be safe. She found a stable cluster of cement with a large hole in it, and crawled in for shade and sleep. A sad tear flowed down her cheek, and she wiped it away. Amon would not be dead. Then, sleep took her.
A tall figure came out from the darkness of the woods where he had been watching her restlessly throughout the day. He sat down nearby, but indefinitely out of view. In the dusk it was difficult to determine his appearance. Fingering the Orbo gun in his jacket pocket, he decided to wait through the night. She would need sleep first. Robin slept on, unknowing.
