My mind had tumbled these last few days. A sense of relief came when they started to feed me. The strange voice had at least somewhat revealed himself. It seems he was clad in Greco archer armor. Strange attire to be wearing in this age, nonetheless he seemed to have focus.
Very few words were spoken between us, mostly just short commands. "Eat" or "Drink" was all that was said. The chains were now relaxed and no longer held my arms up aloft like some torture victim. Every one of my thoughts kept on returning to that boy, what if I came earlier, what if I engaged that lancer sooner. Regret is a dangerous feeling, but it can also motivate on to the point of new existence. Also, her words still lingered, what did she say? Was she calming me or merely saying words for the sake of being spoken? One way or another I would find an answer.
Attempts at sleep were limited when that man wasn't here to watch over me. Rats quarreled around in this dark crevasse of a hole. He has been gone for most of the day, usually he would be back by the time I was hungry. In the distance I heard the unmistakable sound of steel being bent. Loud eruptions suddenly came closer, sound blasting my ears. The very earth crumbling, shaking as dirt fell from the ceiling. A massive crash echoed throughout what I assumed was the upper floor.
"Hmm, the war is yet to start, and we already have a witness and a fight. What to do with you and your noble archer. Beserker has no equal and cannot be stopped even when all others face him." Damnit, she knows, hopefully his barrier will block any sensing of his capabilities. I might have to get him out if this gets out of hand.
"Blendendes licht!" A blinding flash of light followed by gems.
"Archer now!" the whistle of these arrows were unmistakeable. No intention of killing only of drawing attention.
She peered and noticed the arrows, pulling one from the stone. "I see, so the one who killed big brother must be close by if you are willing to pull my attention elsewhere." A haunting smile appeared on her face; on that I will not soon forget.
With the violent shouting above my head I could barely just stand by. Focusing on the tune itself I did not break the chains only manipulated them to work for me. The weight was abruptly natural not one of regret, but intense passion and calm.
An eruption came from the lower floor. The very foundation erupted around us as he emerged chains still attached. No longer was he weighed down by them, but this man seemed to wield them with ease. When I looked upon his eyes, I saw something that lingered in his memory. A silence before the storm.