WOtStW: The Prequel
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"We can just kill him," Quill casually, to the horror of everyone around him. They looked at him like he just suggested burning down and orphanage.
"What? Logically speaking, none of our powers can transport him. Even if we had the strength to push him out, there's the risk of him waking up and us not being able to put him back to sleep again," Quill said. The way he spoke was kind jittery, like he'd had one too much coffee. That was just the way Quill talked, though. -
"Yes," Faber says slowly, darkly. They stand up. "Careful, Fritz.." Faber repeats the words of the green haired fellow. The green and black haired duo laugh heartily at this response. "Careful, kid. Don't pick a fight with the wrong people," the green haired one says threateningly.
Faber responds to this by jumping over the counter and slamming straight into the man. He falls off of his chair and slams onto his back, with Faber squatting on their chest. "Butcher?" Faber asks him.
Faber is pulled back by the collar of their shirt, looking straight into the eyes of a very angry black haired fat guy. Faber isn't even listening to him, she's staring boredly while spit flies from his mouth as he yells. Faber rears up their leg and kicks him on the side of the head, knocking him out instantly.
The green haired guy is staring at Faber with wide eyes. "Demon!" He yells at them. Faber rolls their eyes. "Butcher?" Faber repeats. The green haired guy scurries up and runs out of there, leaving his 'friend' in the dust. Faber sighs, and is about to sit back down when the owner of the inn busts out from the kitchen. -
"Well, crap!" Rowena says with a frown. Quill was right, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She would do anything to get out of this situation without having to take an innocent life. Gwen started to unsheath the family knife, but Rowena puts up her hand to stop her.
"I'll do it.." Rowena says. Everyone looked somber and serious, except Quill, who was kinda bored. Not surprising for a rogue. Rowena almost couldn't believe her own ears. She felt this weight on her chest, this new responsibility. Rowena would rather that she did it than any of her teammates, so that she could bear the burden and the guilt, to lift anything she could from their shoulders, anything to ease their baggage.
Rowena had matured suddenly. This wasn't all fun and games. People would die, she had to deal with that. Rowena had to go on living and knowing the fact that she would have to take this seriously, if not for her, then for her brother. For her team. She grabbed the hilt of her sword.
What the? The guy was already dead. An arrow was sticking out of his chest. "You took too long." Quill said simply, with a shrug. "Next kill is yours, though," Quill said, lowering his bow. -
(These are getting longer again. Lol, mentally I was telling myself "okay, stop putting like 4 or 5 paragraphs per post, only 3 at most" but there I go)
Gwen can tell that her sister is having troubled thoughts at the killing thing. She had already warned Rowena many times that this was not to be taken lightly, and that they should've asked strangers to join their party instead of friends, but Rowena had insisted that they should have a chance to get their wishes granted too.
Gwen was the oldest. No matter what Rowena thought, or what she convinced herself, any harm or death that came upon them was Gwen's resonsibiliy. "Hey, let's get a move on," she said after the silence that followed after Quill shot the man. He didn't even seemed fazed, he had whipped out his notebook again and was sitting cross legged on the cart floor. -
Jord hasn't spoken throughout the whole fiasco, but he does help Gwen and Rowena drag out the dead man. "If we wake the horses up, will they obey us?" He asks worriedly. "That's what you're for," Rowena says, slapping Jord on the back, which makes him jolt up in surprise.
"It's been a few minutes, think you can do your thing and have the horses do your bidding?" Gwen asks calmly, arms crossed. Jord bites his bottom lip, "S-Sure," he says. They were.. expecting too much of him. It wasn't like he was a full siren. He didn't want to disappoint the Vanshire girls though. -
Ma'Tonzi flutters down off of Jord's head and into his face, pointing at him accusingly. "Wh-What?" He asks, taken aback. Ma'Tonzi is softspoken, but of course, as a fairy, she has to yell to be heard properly (one of the many reasons she didn't enjoy talking)
"I'll deal with the horses! You go in the cart and rest!" Ma'Tonzi yells. Jord nods, and smiles at her graciously, a silent 'thank you'. Ma'Tonzi flies over the the horses and buzzes around their ears, which perks them right up. One almost nips her, and she quickly dodges it. -
(This is gonna take a while. They've not even reached Ragno and I'm on page three, smh)
When Rowena, Gwen, and Jord return to the cart, they all look at Quill in a new light. Sure he was a rogue, but they had never seen him kill anyone up close like that.
I guess I should explain how they all met, since it was strange to befriend a rogue.
Well, it all started with Rowena and Ma'Tonzi, three years ago, when they were both twelve years old. Ma'Tonzi had been flying around the Vanshire garden, distraught. Her whole family had burned to death when a village caught fire. No one knows how it really started, but rumor has it some toddler had cursed green fire powers and they were running around setting fire to things (before you start conspiracies, I'll save you the trouble. Yes, it was 5 year old Finn).
Rowena and Ma'Tonzi became friends, Rowena would sneak her food and she promised the fairy that she'd find her a new fairy family.
Fast forward a bit, a year or so later, when Rowena is awoken at midnight, someone had said her name. She sits up to find an elf pointing an arrow straight at her heart. "I came here to kill you," he stated, even though could be no more than 16, not much older than her.
"Why do you wanna do that?" She asked, legitly curious. Rowena did a head tilt and everything, she didn't seem to know fear.
"I was promised to be payed a great sum of money," Quill said. But he lowers the bow. "However, I've decided I won't do it."
"Why? Ew. You fall in love with me while you watched me sleep or something?" Rowena asks.
Quill laughs. "No, I passed your library while I was sneaking up here, I was wondering if you'd let me read sometime or another."
Rowena laughs as well and smiles.
They had become good friends since then, and she'd sneak him books whenever he'd visit, usually coming in through the window, (though Rowena couldn't figure out how when her bedroom was on the fourth floor.) When Rowena asked one time, Quill even claimed that he had killed the people who wanted her dead. Their plan was to kill a Vanshire every night until Rowena's parents met their demands. Rowena had said that was an awful plan, that they should've just kidnapped her for ransom. Quill agreed.
Jord was actually last. He'd been recently kicked out of his home, about a year and a half ago. When his 'father' found out that he wasn't his real son, he got pissed and threw things at Jord, even yelled at him. Jord tried to go to his mother for comfort, or atleast support, but she had taken his dad's side, saying how he was a mistake and that she never should have taken the hand of that strange man by the sea. Jord.. fragile, quiet, Jord.. he couldn't handle it all. He ran away, but of course he didn't last long, (especially since he didn't feel comfortable hunting his animal friends.) He was starving, struck with delusion due to hunger. He had sunken cheeks and hallow eyes.
One day he was walking, to God knows where, even Jord himself didn't know, and he fell, almost dead, in the middle of a road. By chance a Vanshire carriage was trotting past, and Rowena basically jumped out to help the poor guy, much to the dismay of her parents, who claimed he was simply a 'filthy, raving shizophrenic'
Somehow Rowena had convinced them to let him have a spare room in their huge place, and she nursed him back to health. Once he was healthy again though, her parents kicked him out. Rowena told Jord to go with Quill, who has been taking care of him since, even though they didn't agree on a lot of things, they tolerated each other because of Rowena. She was the glue that held everyone together.
(Crap, that wad also long. Did anyone really need to know all this? I've wasted Quill's turn in the order, oops) -
Faber is now pacing in front of the inn. They had been kicked out, which pissed them off. Faber was so pissed, in fact, they even considered burning the place down with their fire breath. However, the only thing that stopped Faber from doing so was the innocent people who were probably asleep in the rooms of the inn.
Then Faber remembers that they didn't even give half a f--- at those people in there, and takes a huge deep breath, then blows fire at the front door. Faber quickly leaves the scene, and a few seconds later, screams can be heard from inside as people panic. Faber smiles wickedly and puts up both middle fingers as they back away from the scene, which leads to Faber bumping into some random middle aged lady. -
Rowena tries to lighten the mood by suggesting code names again. "I'm telling you, it's a good idea," Rowena says. "I'll pass," Gwen says. "Your code name was gonna be Gwen! You're doing it whether you like it or not because that's your nickname!" Rowena says.
"Guys, call me Gwendolith from now on," Gwen says. Rowena frowns at her. The cart suddenly begins to move. "Woah, Monz did it!" Rowena says cheerfully. She looks out at the front of the cart by moving a bit of the tarp that covered an open window. She's shocked to see that Ma'Tonzi is getting the horses to run by having herself be a target as they try to bite at her. "You okay, Monz?! That seems dangerous! Can you fly fast enough to keep this up?" Rowena yells at her, trying to rise above the noise of the winds. -
Gwen sits next to Quill and across from Jord as the cart moves. She shakes her head, wondering how her sister jad accumulated such and odd bunch of friends. Rowena had that aura about her, something that atttacts people, something that inspired them and brought out the best in them.
Gwen had only agreed to go on this quest to appease her sister. She knew there was little chance of reaching the wizard, if there even was one. She actually didn't want to go at all, but Rowena has said that she was gonna go whether Gwen went or not. Gwen was only here to watch over her sister, protect her, and make sure she didn't get into any trouble.
Gwen is shaken out of her thoughts, literally. Quill has shaken her shoulder with his hand to get her attention. She focuses on him with a questioning gaze, but he turns away, not good at looking people in the eye. "I know you're worried about her. We all are. But we aren't jumping into this without a plan. Trust your sister, and we can make it through this," He says, less jittery than usual. Gwen still didn't entirely trust him, especially when Rowena had told her how they met. "We'll see about that," Gwen said, shaking his hand off of her shoulder coldly. -
Jord can feel the tension between Gwen and Quill, so he pulls out his lyre and begins to play a cheerful travelling tune. Rowena returns from talking to Ma'Tonzi and sits next to him. "At this rate, we'll reach Ragno in less than and hour," She says over the music.
Jord nods at her, but continues playing. Everyone's shoulders eventually begin to relax, their eyes begin to soften, and everyone hums along. Everything was good, all was well.And, greatest of all, no one was dead yet. -
Ma'Tonzi doesn't mind this. Everything was fine. She'd rather do this than know that Jord had overworked himself. The horses were neighing, both running forward in order to catch her, but she stayed just out of their reach.
After all, Ma'Tonzi- HOLY CRAP THAT ONE ALMOST GOT HER- ahem, after all, Ma'Tonzi knew that this was the best plan they could've thought of. Luckily she was a pretty fast flyer. -
Quill actually stops his continous string of chatter for once. He obviously isn't used to not talking, and his body takes it out on him by having him involuntarily fidget and do little things like tap his foot, chew his thumb, brush a hand through his string of hair, rub his arm, etc.
He then holds his head in his hands as everyone else sings. He couldn't help but talk, when it wasn't aloud, it was in his mind. Quill ran through every possibility, every path this quest could take them on. In more than half of them, he died. Then he ran through the names of every flower that he knew by heart, his way of calming himself. A hand touches his knee. Quill looks up. -
Faber thanked the lady and headed down the road. She had graciously told Faber where the butcher was. Faber ducked down and tried to act inconspicuous as they passed the burning inn. Sucks to be them, ha! The innkeeper wouldn't even let Faber get a refund.
When Faber reached the butcher's shop, Faber was sad to see that it was closed. Would they have to wait until morning? Darn, maybe they shouldn't have destroyed the inn. Faber could've snuck in and slept in an empty room.
"What are you looking for?" A voice cuts through the silence of the night. Faber turns, immediately in defense mode, but saw that the voice was just of the middle aged woman. Wow, she was fast. Faber wondered if she had followed them. -
Rowena had her hand on Quill's knee. She knew he could get like this, could get.. panicked, to say the least. He always overthought everything. Sure he was meticulous and very wise, but he seeked a different kind of knowledge. A kind of knowledge that'd help him understand how life wasn't out to get you, that everything could be okay.
"Sing," she instructed, bossy as ever. Quill granted her a half smile and did as he was told, singing with everyone else with a surprisingly good voice. Rowena sat back and went back to singing. She even stood and began to dance a bit.
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