Chapter 12: The Darkness's Victim
I rush down into the infirmary where Bash is. I see him with a girl with golden hair. She looks up at me. "Olivia? What is she doing here?" I ask." She is covered in bruises, dirt, teeth marks, and blood. I grab a bowl full of water and a rag and start tending to her wounds. "I found her crawling out of the woods when I was with some soldiers scouting. She talks of the darkness. To me, it sounds like a radical Pagan group." Bash says.
"Pagan's? Again?" I ask. I look at Olivia, who shudders. "She had teeth in her arm. Human teeth filed down into fangs. Nostradamus says. My mouth hangs open as I look at Olivia. I must let Francis know. "You poor thing," I say. I look to Bash and he shakes his head. He knows me well. "It is a bad idea," he says. I get up and grab a sheet of paper and a pen. "She needs him, Bash. Please." I say. Bash looks at Olivia and smiles. He glances back at me, all the joy on his face. "You are right."
I sit down at the table as they begin talking about the incident. And I write.
Dear Francis,
I know I am the last person you wish to hear from. And I understand if you wish to ignore this letter. However, this letter is not for my own will. I am writing in concern for Olivia. She has returned to court, and she is in a bad way. She was attacked in the Blood Wood, and I worry for her mental state and health. Please, she needs you right now. I know you still care for her, and you know her best.
Please, Olivia needs you.
Yours,
Mary
