A/N: I must admit, the amount of support this story has gotten surprised me. I wasn't expecting it to become so popular after i put it into the RWBY & Evolve section. Nonetheless, it now has a substantial following. And your support has inspired me to keep working on this story. So, here you are.
Italics = Thoughts and stressing/emphasis of a word.
Bold = Monsters speaking English.
Bold and Underlined = Monster language.
Note: Monster language only written in such ways when a human is present and focused on. Otherwise its regular text.
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Not A Fairy Tale Anymore
Garthis' lips instinctively curled and his mandibles spread wide, and a growl built in his throat as the stench of their disgusting species filled his nose. His entire body tensed up in preparation to tear them apart, and he was fully prepared to listen to his instincts. But there was a single thing kept him from carrying out what his body was telling him to do. It was the sole thing that kept the two humans in front of him alive and stopped him from mauling them to death.
The fact that they were children.
Despite knowing the fact that he was a Monster, both in the figurative and literal sense, Garthis did have a moral code that he followed to the letter. He didn't hurt children. Now it might have seemed unlikely to an outsider, that a big monster that killed adult humans without a second thought would hesitate when it came to children. But in reality it was quite simple.
He had always had a strong bond with younglings. Ever since Willow was young, she had chose him out of the whole family to bond with. Him, the arguably most vicious and ruthless one of them all. At first, he had been extremely disgruntled by the forced situation. Willow would follow him everywhere, always clinging to him and literally running, or in her case floating, all over him. But over time, he had come to enjoy the attention, the way she would look up to him for advice and help with particular issues. He would always share portions of his kills with her, despite never doing so with any of his other family members (Unless mother told him to).
While Willow was older now and no where near as clingy or dependent on him as she once was, the two of them were still very close. If Garthis had the option to go back and change what had happened, he wouldn't dare do it.
These Humans, while not of his species, were still young. Still children, and he couldn't bring himself to harm them. He simply couldn't. Besides, since they were young, it meant that they were likely innocent. They had yet to commit the evils of their species they were undoubtedly going to commit once they grew up. Regardless, until they were grown, they were innocent.
The two humans had frozen where they sat, beneath the ruins of a roof, and they both stared up at him with a mixture of awe and terror on their face. As Garthis' growl deepened, one of the humans, the smaller female, began to cry. The Goliath flinched as the high pitched voice of the girl pounded his sensitive ears, causing him to instinctively growl louder, which then caused the girl to cry louder. It quickly turned into a tedious cycle.
The slightly older male Human, clearly fighting off tears of his own, grabbed the smaller human and brought her into his chest and held her tightly, helping to silence her. He then shut his eyes and pressed his head to hers, whispering words of comfort that Garthis couldn't make out.
Garthis snorted before planting his free claw on the ground and lifting his heavy frame out of the hole in the ground, taking caution to avoid jostling the metal object he'd acquired earlier. He didn't even bother sparing a glance to the two Humans to see if they were watching him. He simply hauled himself up, and began stalking away. The adult humans from the metal birds would find them.
He was about twenty meters away from the humans hiding place when he stopped as a thought crossed his mind. What if they didn't find them? Or what if the Grimm found them first? The creatures of darkness were unlikely to show the same mercy that he graced them with. The town was infested with the creatures, and it was very likely that they would find the children before any Hunters would. He was certain that if that were the case, then they would die. He could do something about it, but if he didn't then their blood would be on his hands. Basically the equivalent of killing them himself.
Garthis glanced back. He really didn't care for Humans. Not in the slightest. But children, they were different. Could he live with their deaths on his conscious? Even if they were human?
What would his father say if he did something like that?
As the thought crossed his mind, Garthis let out a long and tired sigh. "I know I'm going to regret this in the future." He thought to himself as he pivoted and turned back to where the humans her hidden.
He lifted the piece of fallen roof to expose the two small figures hidden beneath. Before he could reconsider the repulsive, but necessary thought, he reached down with his free claw and grabbed them both before bringing them up to press against his warm chest. He shuddered uncomfortably as he felt them both struggling in his grasp, a myriad of thoughts likely going though their small minds. Thinking he would eat or crush them probably.
The thought made him snort. He almost wished he had the ability to do so.
He could hear the human female begin to struggle fiercely, screaming all the while much to his ears complaint. He was no expert in the human language, but he could understand the meaning of her loud shrieks. Telling him to let her go, pleading for her life, all things he had heard before from his previous prey. Even though these two were not prey. Not yet, at least.
He ignored it and, with great reluctance, set out for the direction the metal birds had flown.
"Watch them for me, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Learn a little about humans, he said. Why did I ever agree to this? Krell definitely owes me a kill." Brawl thought with a low growl as he observed the enormous crater-like area. From what Krell had told him, the Humans were mining for Dust, a material that for some reason the Humans were fascinated with. There was plenty of the crystals all over their home continent, but his species had no use for it. Apparently the Humans used it for something though, but what he had no idea.
After Brawl had first discovered the mine during his search for a new lava-flow, he had made the mistake to mention it to Krell. After that, his Kraken brother had asked him to observe the mine for him. Apparently, there were conflicting facts in the humans society about how the dust mines worked. One side said everything was done humanly and by the book, while another side said that Faunus slave labour was used. Krell wanted to know which was true, so he asked Brawl to observe it for him. And when he had asked Krell why he couldn't do it himself, the Kraken had said he was looking forward to researching a topic called Biology. So, Brawl had reluctantly agreed. Something he was beginning to severely regret now.
Brawl was on a ledge overlooking the large strip mine that the humans had created over a long period of time. It had been somewhat difficult to get past the security perimeter, but he had done it. Now all he had to do was hide whenever a patrol Bullhead -that's what Krell called them- flew by. He made sure to stay low to the ground and close to a patch of bushes, so that when necessary, he could curl into a ball and appear as nothing more then a large boulder from a distance. So far though, the humans hadn't given any signs that they noticed him. Which he found unfortunate. Because if they did, then he would have a reason to leave.
During his time observing the mine, he had noticed nothing more then lots of Faunus using machines, tools, and explosives to reveal and extract Dust crystals, and then using large metal beasts move it into larger Bullheads with snowflake emblems on the side, which then flew off. That was putting it simply, but it was unbearably boring.
"Or maybe he'll owe me a couple of kills." Brawl thought as he dully watched yet another set of Bullheads take off from a large platform.
Brawl let out a long, tired sigh that turned to mist in the cold air. He had promised Krell to watch them for at least two hours to get a firm understanding of how the human Dust mining operated. He had only been there an hour, so he had to stay for one more. He resigned to laying his large head on the semi-frozen ground in preparation for another tedious hour of solid boredom.
Suddenly, one of the airships carrying Dust exploded, the Dust inside igniting and creating a cloud of lightning, fire, and ice in the air. Suddenly interested, Brawl got up and watched as two small objects shot up from the forest and struck another airships, it meeting a fate not dissimilar to its companion.
"Hmm, now that's interesting." He thought as he watched the Humans and Faunus running around wildly down below. He instinctively crouched as several Bullheads flew over his head. Only he noticed that these ones lacked the white snowflake marking the side. Instead, these ones had a drawing of a red animal skull with three claw marks scratched over it.
Brawl watched intently as the side of the ships opened, and people jumped out. Even from his distance, he was able to make out their appearance. They were dressed in white, red, and black. Each person, whom he could smell were Faunus, wore a white Grimm mask on their face, and were armed with either a sword or a rifle, both of which he only knew of because of Krell.
As the new Faunus appeared to shout demands and point their weapons, four of the snowflake Bullheads began approaching from the opposite side of the mine. But as they neared, several projectiles emerged from the forest once again and struck the airships. The first ship outright exploded after the impact, while the second lost the edge of its left wing and spiralled to the left, accidentally hitting and destroying another ship.
But the final ship took the projectile right to its belly and lit aflame, but continued flying forward, only beginning to arc downwards. The heavily armed Bullhead underside exploded and careened through the air. Right towards Brawl.
It was too close for him to do anything before the Bullhead slammed into him and the ledge he was standing upon. The impact shook the ground that was already unstable from previous detonations. So with the force of the crashing Bullhead, and the weight of Brawl, was all the cliff needed to finally crumble and fall down into the strip mine. Brawl and the Bullhead wreckage rolled down the many ledges of the mine all the way to the bottom. Despite his anger from being hit with a several ton flying machine and being knocked down a cliff, Brawl managed curled into a ball to lessen the impacts.
The Behemoth eventually hit the bottom with a loud boom and a large cloud of dust, but all of the people thought of it as nothing more then the rocks from the cliff and the remains of the Bullhead, which landed on top of him. Brawl felt a strong explosion against his back, one that hurt.
Now, Brawl was pissed. And his judgement was clouded by his fury. He had simply been watching them, yet now they had attacked him. And they would pay dearly for their mistake.
Slowly, still within the dust cloud, he uncurled himself. He planted one of his large arms against the ground, blowing away the dust and revealing his large forearm.
The appearance of the large appendage and the boom that came with it caused some of the attackers and defenders to pause and observe the steadily dispersing cloud.
Another large forearm came out of the cloud with a loud boom and blew some more of the dust away. A few seconds later, seven glowing orange eyes appeared out of the cloud, gazing at everyone present. And a few more seconds later, came the Behemoths enormous head.
Brawl glared at the Humans and Faunus, his vision tinted slightly orange as a result of his rage. Brawl reared his head back, and let out a deafening roar of anger, frustration, and pain.
The volume caused many of the Faunus to clench their ears in pain, and only after it passed did everyone present, both the Humans and Faunus, turn their sights on him. They could do nothing but stare as the almost thirteen meter tall Behemoth raised itself out of the rubble and shoved the destroyed airship off his back.
As Brawl focused on the largest group of Humans and Faunus, made up of both the newcomers and the previous inhabitants of the mine, his six eyes narrowed angrily. Truly, they realized just how small and pathetic they really were. But he would show them just what that meant when facing a superior foe.
With another loud roar, the slaughter began.
Willow had been wandering the forest for hours. After she realized she was in the wrong place, she tried to make another portal home. But nothing happened. Something was interfering with the Warp Energy around her, making it much more unstable then normal. Not unstable enough to explode like her Warp Blast, but unstable enough to prevent her form opening a portal.
When Willow realized that she couldn't make a portal home, she may have started to panic. She wondered if she'd ever get home again, if she'd ever see her family again, if they'd ever learn about what happened to her. But as she panicked, the strange instincts from before came back. But this time, they were leading her in a direction. Something inside her mind was telling her to get to a particular place.
She was obviously suspicious to what these strange instincts were and where they were trying to lead her, but the way she saw it, she was out of options. She had no way to go home, no way to talk to her family for advice, and no idea what to do. And so, with nothing better to do, she relented and began moving in the direction that they were leading her.
But undoubtedly the most irritable part of the entire situation, was the annoying buzzing noise the unstable Warp Field was making. No one else would be able to hear it, since it was only detectable by her advanced sensory organ. But she heard it, and it was loud. Much like a swarm of bees flying right beside her ears. Constantly. The noise was making it somewhat hard to focus, but she was still able to get a read on the area.
She could neither see nor smell anything significant in the general area. Only a few animals and Grimm. But besides that, she could sense nothing else. But her location was nowhere she had ever been before. The furthest from home she had ever gone was the Forever Falls Forest. But the place she had appeared in was far from it, as she could not smell a single one of the sap-making trees in the forest.
Her instincts continued leading her somewhere, though she still didn't know where. She didn't even know if she was getting close. But it was constantly in the same direction and never changing or wavering.
At one point, she had come across a gushing river, with a pack of several Ursa resting on the other side. Seven in total, with one being a Ursa Major. They were all lying flat on the ground and basking in the sun. If she didn't know any better, she might've said they almost looked harmless.
She had been travelling the forest for a long time and was getting rather thirsty, so she decided to stop by the stream for a drink. But as Willow approached the water, the Old Grimm lifted its large head to stare at her. Without warning the Ursa Major stood up, growling and snarling at her threateningly, its pack quickly following suit.
Willow was not one to back down from a challenge, and growled right back. She was also upset by her overall situation, and wouldn't have minded blowing off a little frustration on the creatures of darkness.
But after a few moments of the tense standoff, the Major's lips fell back over its teeth and turned away from the Wraith. The pack was clearly still on edge, but the other Ursa seemed to calm slightly as their Alpha dismissed her and lied back down. But they were keeping their eyes on her.
Willow was a little annoyed that they had backed down, but in retrospect her against seven Ursa's may not have ended well for her. So it was probably better things deescalated before they got violent.
Placing the tips of her scythes on the ground to stay stabilized, she leaned her head down and stuck it into the cool water to drink. It was a rather difficult process since her bottom jaw consisted of two mandibles and she couldn't scoop in water like other animals. Wraiths were the only one with this problem, since all other forms of her species had complete mouths or, in the Kraken's case, frequently swam.
As she quenched her thirst, she felt a sudden ping from her sensory organ. Originating from her right side, also the direction her instincts were leading her, she pulled her face from the water and turned in that direction. There was nothing there, just the continuation of the stream and the deep interior of the forest. But as she was about to turn away, she felt another ping, and saw a gentle white wave float over the ground towards and past her.
She cocked her head. It looked a lot like how she scanned an area, sending a similarly shade of white warp energy (though invisible to others) to outline an area and show her the land and animals. But she'd never seen the wave originate from another location other then her before. She couldn't even see it when another Wraith scanned.
Her curiosity now thoroughly intrigued, she raised her scythes from the ground and folded them back. Leaving the river and the Grimm to her back, she reentered the dense forest in the direction of the pings.
It was several minutes before she sense anything. But as she got closer to the origin, she could tell she was getting closer by their increasing frequency, she smelled something. The scent of humans. Humans that were far closer then they should have been, judging by the strength of their scent. She should have smelled them earlier, when they were further away. So why hadn't she?
Dismissing her annoyed thoughts, she hunkered closer to the ground and moved to the base of a tree. She focused on the scent, and could detect that it was four humans. Three female, and one male. All of them with aura. But of the three female scents, she detected a very strange scent on one of them. It had a strong scent of pine, and decaying leaves. As well as another powerful and sharp scent she couldn't identify.
"Why? Why!? Why am I encountering SO MANY HUMANS!? I've gone three years at a time while barely seeing any, but now I've seen 10 in two days! It doesn't make any sense!" She yelled internally in an failed attempt to void her frustration.
Despite the fact that her instincts and the pings were still leading her forward, that was where the humans scents were coming from. She may have been a Wraith Colt, but even then she had her limits. And judging by the strength of their aura scents, they were quite strong. She wasn't so sure that, if she encountered them, she could kill them all before one could escape. With that in mind, she decided to turn back and find another way around them.
But as the commenced her 180, a throbbing ache suddenly began to build in the back of her mind. The white pings from the ground increased in frequency even further, and the presence of her instincts increased tenfold.
"Go there. Go there. Go there."
She shook her head in an attempt to clear the sudden feeling. Thinking that maybe the experience would disappear if she got further from the origin, the pings perhaps, she swiftly warped away. But she could only get a single warp in before she was forced to the ground as a pain split through her skull like she had never felt before. It felt like a searing hot jab right into her mind, along with the deafening sound of the buzz increasing to the point it was deafening. As if a swarm of Rapier Wasps were making a nest inside her head. Her instincts weren't idle either, as they had practically begun to scream at her.
"GO THERE GO THERE GO THERE GO THERE GO THERE!"
"Okay! Okay! You want me to go there! Fine! I'll go there!" She screamed inside her mind, as if hoping something was listening that could stop the pain.
But then, as suddenly as the symptoms had appeared, they vanished. As though there really was something listening to her pleas.
She pressed her claws and scythes into the ground to push her self up, keeping them there for a moment as she threatened to topple over. She shook her head and gave her body a shake as well. Besides a slight tingle throughout her body, she felt the same as she had before the episode.
Slowly rising to her full height she pressed a claw to her head, wondering just what had happened, and why her body was oh so adamant on making her follow the ping.
Speaking of the ping, she felt one lightly pass by her. Opposed to the earlier pings which had been insistent and demanding. But this one was more gentle, as if softly reminding her of what she had promised to do; finding the origin of the pings.
Giving a loud sigh of resignation, she turned around and followed the pings, her instinct, and the scent to its source.
As Willow closed the distance between her and the ping, it was becoming more and more apparent that it were leading her to the four humans she was smelling. Because as she neared, the sounds of combat reached her ears. By the ferocity of it, it was an intense fight. But she couldn't smell any Grimm in the nearby vicinity, and couldn't sense any ahead. So it left her to believe they were fighting against one another; which was a good thing. If they were distracted by one another, then they would be less likely to see her while she identified whatever was directing her instincts.
Her head emerged from a thicket of bushes and revealed a large clearing to her. That was when she saw them; the humans she had detected earlier. The scene was also as she suspected. With the absence of Grimm, they were indeed fighting against one another. From her distance, she couldn't quite see what they looked like, as they were out of range of her sensory organ's scanning ability, and she could only see them with her basic sensor sight, which gave outlines and shade difference rather then bright colour and detailed shape.
The four were on a dirt road, flanked by fences, in the center of the clearing. From what she could tell as she observed the fight, it was three of them, specifically the single male and two of the females, against the other female. It was that female with the strange scent to her, and despite being outnumbered, she was combating them rather well with what looked to her like a staff. Meanwhile the other three seemed to be using a combination of different weapons. One looked like it was using a bow, the other using two small objects that she couldn't identify, while the male appeared to be using its legs to fight.
She wanted to get closer to watch the fight, and pulled back into the forest before moving closer to the road where it was swallowed by the forest. She made sure to keep an eye on the fight as she moved, and was rather surprised by how it progressed. The three Humans were using a wide combination of attacks, while the single Human managed to fend them off by somehow using the environment around her. She was generate fire, wind, and lightening from her hands, and somehow turning leaves into deadly projectiles before launching them at her opponents. Willow knew that some Humans were graced with unique abilities, called semblances; but she never knew they could be so powerful and exotic.
She soon got close enough for her sensory organ to accurately see the humans in more precise detail. The male was coloured in primarily grey clothing, with similarly coloured hair. But the most surprising thing about him was the fact that he was missing his lower legs. Instead they were made of metal. But besides that, he was unremarkable compared to other humans she had met and eaten. With nothing further about the male to interest her, she moved on.
The other female that seemed to fight primarily with the male had darker skin, and was dressed in mainly green with the same colour of hair. She held two small objects in her hand that she didn't know the function of, but as she continued fighting she realized they were a form of the weapons that Krell said the humans used. They also looked like small scythes, similar to her own.
The third human was the most distant from the fight. She wore red and had black coloured hair, instead of her hair matching her clothes. She appeared to be armed with a curved weapon and two swords. But as she looked closer at the human, she was shocked to detect that the red one had just the slightest, just the barely noticeable scent of Grimm to her. It was something Willow had never detected before. She didn't look Grimm in any way, so perhaps it came from fighting Grimm for so long.
The final human, the one being singled out with the unique abilities, had brown hair and clothing with a combination of white and brown colouring. Willow watched in fascination as literal fire seemed to shine from her eyes. It was as though her power could exist in almost any form, from her eyes to her hands. She had to admit it was interesting, until she noticed something else about her.
All of her thoughts were quickly forgotten when another ping appeared in her view, and she realized it was coming from the single strange smelling female.
Her mind and body shut down momentarily as her brain processed this new information. Her instincts, and the ping, were coming from her.
Her body shook as pure, unrelenting anger surged throughout her entire body. For some reason, she was the origin of the pings. She was what her instincts were leading her to. And it was likely to assume that she was the reason why she was unable to go home. All those thoughts clouded any measure of reasoning present in her mind as a primal, predatory being emerged and took control. It was fully bent on using its weapons and abilities to kill the human and putting an end to all the problems it had caused her. But as the Wraiths scythes unfolded and its body prepared to warp out of the bushes, it was met with pain.
The instinctive being pulled back into her mind as the pain forced Willow back into control, to experience the pain. It was undoubtedly the most excruciating pain she had ever felt in her life. It even surpassed the time when she had accidentally broken one of her scythes as a pup; after she had foolishly attacked an adult Tyrant.
The headache from earlier had nothing on her new one. It was unbearable. It literally felt as though something was trying to rip her skull open from the inside out. Her body wasn't spared from the pain either when she fell onto her side and it began to spasm uncontrollably and bang against the ground. Despite her best efforts to remain silent during the episode, she was unable to catch a small cry that broke out of her mouth.
Suddenly, without warning, the ground before her tunneled together into a single point, and she was dragged into it.
At first, all feeling left her body. She couldn't feel her head, her arms, her tails, or her scythes. She couldn't even feel herself breathing. She was just... There. But she didn't have time to panic, as images began flashing through her mind.
The grey and green human, holding up their opponent while the red one siphoned orange energy from her through a black string. The red ones eyes lit aflame.
The singled human asleep, with a black mark over her eye.
Willow's human form surrounded by other humans. She was smiling, and seemed to be talking with someone.
Her siblings around her, also in their human forms. A man in green with grey hair leading them somewhere.
Them fighting Grimm together in a forest, the creatures swarming in from all sides.
An enormous city, bright with light and life swarming all over.
An enormous city, dark and crumbling to dust devoid of light and life.
Her home, shrouded in darkness. The bodies of her species littered the ground everywhere as Grimm stomped over them uncaring.
A city drenched in blood and corpses as freely Grimm roamed the street.
A young red girl with silver eyes on her knees, a sword to her throat.
Garthis lying motionlessly on the ground with a hole in his chest. His eyes dead and unfocused.
A male Gorgon wrapping Willow in web, its sharp teeth snapping dangerously close to her neck.
A human on her knees with an arrow through her chest. Fear in her eyes as realization fills her mind while her heart stops beating.
Her world. Death. Shrouded in Darkness. Death. Fractures and flames. Death. Bloody and lifeless. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death...
Willow gasped. She was still lying on the ground, but her mind and body were back in her control. She felt fine physically, but her mind was in turmoil.
She didn't bother getting up as she struggled to process what she had seen. There had been so much... Destruction. So much death. Of both Humans and Monsters. She saw places and people she knew she had never seen before, so she wasn't remembering things. She knew for a fact she had never seen a crumbling human city; she tried her best to stay away from Humans in general as much as possible. But if it wasn't memories then... What was it?
A ping mercifully tore her out of the growing storm in her mind, and she turned to face the origin thoughtlessly.
As the saw, she realized the Humans fight had ended. The single Human had an arrow sticking out of her back and was facedown on the ground. The Green and Grey Humans walked up and each grabbed her by an arm, lifting her to her knees. The red Human slowly began to walk towards them, like a predator closing on its wounded prey. But as the red human raised her arm in front of her downed opponent, a lance of fear struck through her heart as the images resurfaced in her mind.
The grey and green human, holding up their opponent while the red one siphoned orange energy from her through a black string. The red ones eyes lit aflame.
She was seeing it now. She was witnessing her vision. She knew what would come next. The human would have her energy drained; or something akin to it she thought. If she was honest with herself, she didn't know what would happen. But in her vision, after the Human had her energy drained, she saw so many images of death and destruction. Was that what was to happen should the human die?
Her instincts began to scream at her to move. And for the first time all day, she agreed with them.
She... She had been defeated. Her, the Fall Maiden. Possessor of a mystical magical power, allowing her to control and bend the very characteristics of nature to her will. But in spite of that, in spite of her power, she had lost. But she thought she had done everything right. She had fought with every ounce of her strength and aura, to the point where she no longer had either. And now she was... What? What was going to happen to her? She didn't know. She didn't even know why they had attacked in the first place.
Amber's pain-clouded mind was driven off course as she felt two sets of arms grab her own and lift her to her knees. She struggled to lift her head, but when she did she was met with the infuriating sight of the women in red, with a damn smug smirk on her face. She oh so desperately wished the had the energy to wipe it off.
But she didn't, and as the women's hand raised up, Amber could do nothing but watch in horror as a spider-like Grimm grew out of the palm of her hand. It stared at her with soulless blank stare, and she couldn't help but dread what was to come next.
"Please. Don't." She barely managed to beg as pure unfiltered fear coursed through every fiber of her being. As the spider-like Grimm tensed up Amber could do nothing but shut her eyes tightly and wa-
"SKREEEEEEEEEEE!"
Her eyes snapped open just in time to see an enormous shape emerge from her peripheral with a white streak and upercut the women in red, sending her tumbling through the air before landing in a heap several meters away.
Barely a second later, another huge shape then slammed into the boy holding her right arm, while the girl on her left just barely managed to jump out of the way as what she could only describe as being a huge scythe stabbed deep into the ground where she once stood.
With no more support holding her up, Amber fell onto her stomach once more, still too weak to hold herself up. But she was determined to see what it was that had saved her. And so she mustered all the strength she had left and turned onto her back. She couldn't hold back a cry of pain as pressure was put on the new new arrow wound in her back. But in the end, she felt it was worth it.
Literally hovering above her, was an almost demonic looking creature. A creature with no face, no legs, and an absolute lethal appearance. She was paralyzed in both wonder and horror. It was easily the most incredible and probably horrifying animal she had ever seen. She thought animal, since she could easily tell it wasn't a Grimm.
The creature jabbed both of its scythes into the ground between her and her three opponents, rearing its head back and then throwing it forwards with a terrifying shriek. It was so loud and fear-inducing she would have put her hands over her ears if she had the strength.
Amber's entire body froze completely as the creature turned its eyeless face down towards her. She desperately hoped its vision was based on movement or sound, because she fortunately found herself unable to make either. It simply stared at her for several second before turning its head back up. She turned her head to look in its direction, seeing her three opponents standing apart. A gleeful smile split onto her face as she took in the shocked and nervous looks of the green and grey one. The red one had a look of only slight apprehension, but it was no longer a smug smile. And that was good enough for her.
"What is that thing?" The green one asked with a barely noticeable tremor in her voice. Probably from how close she had come to being skewered.
The grey boy turned. "What do we do?"
The red women didn't answer at first. She glared at the creature that had taken position over Amber. Its scythes in front and its claws to the side, almost acting like a cage. She took several moments but soon opened her mouth to respond. Only for the creature to beat her to it.
It reared its head back with another ear-rattling shriek and reared its head back to face the sky. Then Amber saw something forming above it. It was an inky, black pool of darkness with only tiny pinpricks of light inside it, just writhing in the air. The simple sight of it sent shivers up her spine.
Amber cried in pain as one of the creatures large claws reached down and gently scooped her up. As gently as something as big as it could anyways. She could only hang there limply in its claw as it lifted her up and pressed her against its chest. She was surprised by how much warmth the creature was generating, but in her pain-addled mind, it was welcomed.
She could feel the creature lifting up into the air, heading for the black pool hanging in the air. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the blue sky turn black. Her mind soon to follow. But as the creature lifted her up and her thoughts began to fade, she couldn't help but imagine hearing a small voice in her head.
"Garthis is going to be so mad at me."
A/N: I am still alive! And still writing this story, much to my own shock. Now while I may have gotten this chapter out in a much more timely manner then the last one, I can't say when the next one will be released. Sorry, but that's just the simple truth.
Anyways, please leave a review and tell me what you think. And as always, I'll see you next time.