"Oh, Queen of thy Night
Deadly shadows embrace
How thou taunts me with this pain
Oh, Queen of thy Night
How I wish thou would leave a wretch like me alone
To stew in thy misery and my cursed life."
Selxipha Enfina, a Odnsian fae from an unknown kingdom, sang as she strolled through a darken forest during a bitterly cold winter's night. Tears from across her azure cheeks as she wandered aimlessly while singing her crushing song. Her silver eyes listlessly fluttered as she fought to stay awake; her small frame was frail as it looked she had not eaten nor rested in days as her translucent wings fell. Something was haunting her as it became clear from the song she sung before collapsing to the ground.
Anastasia Panea, a human with almond skin and long chestnut hair, walked through the forest to head back home after a night's work at the local tavern. As she hiked down the same familiar path, something in the snow caught her eye. "Hm?" She questioned with an arched eyebrow. Cautiously, Anastasia inched her way towards the figure laying on the ground with a dagger in hand, as she did not know what was going on.
As she grew close, Anastasia noticed a woman with long silver hair wearing Imperial garb, face down, not moving, and barely breathing. She gasped while quickly sheathing her dagger and helping Selxipha from the snow covered earth. The Odnsian was cold to the touch, which was obvious for someone laying in cold, wet snow, but there was barely a response to Anastasia's touch. "Come on." The human grunted while putting an arm around her shoulder. "I'll get you back to my place, posthaste."
Several hours past as Selxipha came to the sounds of crackling fire in a fireplace and the sight of an unfamiliar cabin and bed. "Where am I?" She groan as footsteps came near. "You're in my cabin. Are you injured?" Anastasia asked as she knelt down to check on the Odnsian, who shook her head no. "No. I am not hurt in any way. Except in the heart." She muttered the last part to herself before speaking aloud again. "Who are thou?" Selxipha ordered as the human checked her for fever.
"My name is Anastasia Panea. I found you on my way back home. What where you doing out there in your condition? Who may you be? And aren't you part of the Imperial Army? Shouldn't you be with them?" She asked as the Odnsian scoffed while rolling her eyes.
"My name is Selxipha Enfina and I would rather die before rejoining that sorry excuse of an army." Selxipha responded, defensively. Anastasia gave the woman a perplexed stare. "A deserter? That's odd. Usually, those types are captured and killed on sight at Sage of Shadows, Heikir's command." She thought as the winds howled outside.
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