Me: Fuck it, I'm getting started on this chapter before my writing class tomorrow.
Wander: …?
Me: Don't ask my dear boy, just relax and enjoy what I have planned out for you in this chapter~
?: You ARE going to start my story next, right?
? (2): Wait, what is this place anyways? Where did-?
Me: *quickly covering ? (2)'s mouth* No spoilers -3- can't go ruining your story just yet.
?: You already ruined the both of us…
Me: True, I really did a number on you in that fanfic I'm still revising so I can post it up as your past thing, and I still gotta do the other one.
Wander: Can we get this story going?
Me: Oh right, I do not own any of the games in this fic. Now if you'll excuse me… *Dies pitifully defeated on government homework*
The landscape blurred by as a dark horse raced through the heavily forested mountain. Wander was hunched over in the saddle, eyes trained forward as he scanned for the small mining village of Dark Water Crossing. The strange feeling in his gut had yet to subside, and only worsened as he drew closer to his destination. He wanted to stop, turn back, or just throw up right then and there.
He didn't like this feeling.
Something kept him going though, a morbid curiosity to find the reason behind this feeling that taunted him. As if summoned by thought alone, the answer came in the form of a glint from the corner of his eye.
A sword came at a wide arc towards him.
The teen hissed and quickly pulled on Agro, causing her to rear away from the blade, but took the hit himself.
He cringed and let out a small yelp as the cold steel ripped through his calf.
On instinct, Wander retaliated.
He yanked his blade out of its sheath, the black metal catching the light of the sun as he stabbed down at his attacker.
Shortly after, he paled, realizing what he had done.
The sword Wander was hold had pierced the man's chest, blood tricked down its length on the other side and he watched the other gap like a fish.
He pulled his blade out with a sickening 'slick' and watched the man's limply fall to the ground.
The world went quiet, the teen staring at the corpse and the blade he held suddenly felt very heavy in his hand.
He suddenly became aware of that retched feeling in his stomach.
He killed a man. The first of many that would die by his blade.
At that point, Wander couldn't hold it anymore. Quickly, he hopped down from Agro and ran to a nearby bush, dropping his sword and emptying the contents of his stomach.
He killed someone.
Never had he imagine such a time would arise when he had to do such a thing. He never wanted to; he valued life more than anything.
And he just took one away.
The simple thought made his nuisance, and he swallowed thickly. His mind fell blank as he chewed his lip, trying to think of an appropriate reaction to what he had done.
A twig snapped somewhere to his side and suddenly, he was on high alert again.
Unhesitant, he picked his blade up and held it before him.
The teen was never an accomplished swordsman, he was a hunter, but he knew the basics of swordplay and only hoped that they would save him now.
His eyes flashed to the dead man near him, and he gripped his sword tighter.
He had to take another life.
A minute went by, then two. Soon, several minutes pasted and Wander began to relax, until a man sprang on him.
The auburnette barely had time to react and clumsily blocked the steel blade that came at him.
Metal screeched against metal as they met.
The teen eyed the man in front of him. The steel armor he wore glistened in the morning sun as he pushed the boy away, eyes wide in surprise.
"It's just a boy!" a voice boomed from the nearby undergrowth.
"He could be a Stormcloak spy, you never know what they do nowadays" the man with the blade argued.
Taking advantage of the momentary opening, Wander charged, his ebony blade poised high to pierce the man's heart.
An arrow whistled by and found its way into his thigh however, he fell to the ground clutching the wound.
At that moment, his memory of the last time he saw Mono played out in front of him.
"He's a tricky one, isn't he?" a man said, stepping out from under the bush wearing leather armor like the swordsman.
Wander didn't hear any of it, he watched as the scene played before him.
The bolt piercing the very same spot as the arrow, being turned over and stabbed in the chest with the very same blade he wielded. Seeing his dead love, still on the alter and the god's promise, unfulfilled.
He screamed.
It was animalistic, desperate. He could not let the same events repeat themselves again.
The two men near him jumped and he pounced on them with blade in hand.
He rammed into the archer first, his sword ripping through flesh as he pierced the man and with all his might, tore it out through the side.
The stranger fell, a pool of blood around his now cold corpse.
The teen whirred and screamed again, charging after the bladesman next.
Something hit him though and his ears rang.
Wander fell to his knees, confused before something overtook him.
He fell into a black abyss, a strange feeling of pity coming from somewhere deep within his mind.
He felt a piece of himself slipping away.
Me: Oh god, I hope this is good x.x
?: You're fine… Maybe.
Wander: Great, another case of amnesia?
Me: WELL, in my Nightmare of Another Dream, it was necessary because it had to happen
Wander and ?: Riiiiiigght
Wander: Reviews are welcomed for this story.
?: Don't be shy now~
Wander, ?, and Me: Until next time everyone!
? to Wander: (What happened to the other kid? o_o?!)