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The Path to Heroism	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > WAKFU MMORPG Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The night went by quietly and slowly. The young duo slept peacefully in each other's embrace, sharing warmth. As tired as they could be, at first sliver of sunlight Zell woke with a start. His harsh training did not allow for long rest. Yet still, looking down at his drowsy and very naked female friend, he felt at peace again. The large brown eyes blinked thoughtfully, the red lips parted in a smile. A quiet whisper came, in a voice of a spring breeze blowing through a cherry grove:
"Get off, you're heavy"
And Zell flew off, pushed aside by the cackling girl. She quickly bounced back with an apology and grabbed him, holding him close to her chest. "What peculiar kinship" thought the Sram. He watched as Eliandra carefully pulled all of her hair through the apron, then tied it up in red bands. He wasted no time getting ready and before long they were climbing to the ground. Sunlight, thankfully, rendered the terrain less murderous. The majority of monsters were nocturnal, so they should be safe with a few classes in evasiveness. Goading the stubborn girl into it was no easy task. As far as Ellie was concerned, running away and climbing trees was, quote:
"Cheap, cowardly and unbecoming of an honorable Sentinel" After which Zell explained to her that being digested by a dozen spiders simultaneously was no more honorable, but it was ok, because:
"A yogurt brain will never catch me anyway", dashing out of the way and into the trees. She followed with all the grace of a rabid boowolf, even as branches gave under her weight. After a few chases and painful looking falls, Sram slowly returned. He allowed himself to be hit in revenge, then managed to persuade the frustrated sentinel with hair full of pine needles to take a few climbing lessons. It wasn't easy. Slowly, but surely she gained interest. Slowly, but surely grace grew in her step. One after another, pace by pace she learned to traverse the canopy. And when branches gave, a quick, slender hand always seized hers. The warriors of Iop's Heart could never admit to fear. But with Zell, she did not have to. Their eyes meet, a warm smile flashes on his unremarkable face under the shade of the tilted mask and fear is gone. It's like he understood without a word. And it made her keep going further with renewed resolve.
And the feeling was mutual. The cruel discipline of Zell's training left him watching his back. But there was no contempt or thoughts of revenge as he would always feel from his peers. "Strength through adversity" they called it. More like "let your hate consume you". You had no friends, but competitors. But not with Ellie. Even violent she was charming. Punches were pulled, a silly smile flashed after, and occasionally, a warm hug brought his spirits soaring. After another near-fall Zell seized initiative and kissed her on the lips. It felt like an eternity, one he would not mind spending like this. When he opened his eyes, she was blushing and her ears drooped from embarrassment. It was time for a break.
Cautiously they scoped out a hideout from afar. A lumber shack stood amid a clearing, close to a road. Nothing appeared to follow them, so they ventured inside. The wooden building was surprisingly well kept, since it only had one periodic resident. The duo settled in, starting on dinner. While Ellie desperately tried to stuff a boar into a kiln, Zell unlocked hidden stashes under the floor. Fresh clothes, new knives, some inconspicuous bags of powder, all pocketed by the quick-handed Sram. Then his fingers pulled something larger, heavier. A longsword draped in cloth, which quickly caught the Iop's dark eyes. Her hands dropped everything, face grew stern.
"I didn't steal this one. It was payment for an escort. I hope you�"
Cautious fingers crept to the handle. In an almost erotic fashion she grasped it, carefully pulling it free of binding, the red leather merged into a pointed scabbard with a mirror polished metal blade. Her face could not be read. Then, cutting air with a terrifying howl the blade came alive. It pirouetted through the air, missing everything with delicate precision, not hitting a single hair. One hand flicked it, spinning on it's axis and both hands caught it. "I was gonna pawn it but I figure�" Cradling it like a child she laid it on the table and tackled the Sram. A painful grip encircled his torso as she whispered furiously:
"No no no, you'll do no such thing. I love it. Please." His hands reassured hugged back, tracing her curves, sending her giggling. "Thank you"
The meal proceeded quietly. The Sram played eye ping pong with the girl as she furiously devoured the greasy food. It was surprisingly good, and he used the opportunity to sneak up behind her afterwards and whisper a complement right behind her shoulder. Her ears twitched, hitting him in the eye. Laughing he went outside, to make sure it was safe for the night. The near-darkness of the dusk was relaxing, a nice break to rambunctious activity. It cleared his thoughts. As he strung fresh tripwires, memories returned. From long ago, but they felt so real.
He is alone in the rain. No, there is another. They are both kids, both covered head to toe in mud. They shiver. They clutch batons, like daggers. No, they aren�t alone. A myriad of skeletal shapes look from all directions. Their eyes look hollow, empty of all emotion. The rain drowns all sound, save for his heartbeat. A sickening taste of copper fills his mouth from his broken nose. Suddenly, the other moves. He lunged forward through the mud. Zell dodges, runs to the shallows. Almost slips. Jumps unto a stump, just to catch his attacker head-on. Wood clashes, parry and slice, then a painful knee to the chest sends him flying. He rolls through the mud, unarmed. Jumping to his feet, the opponent is still there. That can't be� All of a sudden, all of his instincts wail. He pops a back kick and strikes something unseen. A youth is hit in the jaw, collapses in the mud, unmoving. The skeletal shapes converge. They pick up the other, listen for breathing. One of them comes to Zell. The cold fingers rub his dirty hair, and a voice whispers through the teeth:
"Aren't you hungry? There's more". He turns, to see the orange hair sticking out of the doorway, eyes blinking in puzzlement. With a sight he goes back, secure in his surroundings. Thoughts meddle in his mind. The village elders always said that Srams were weakened by their humanity. The earliest disciples of the dark god were skeletal. They were free of flesh and blood, free to sow hatred. But now, more than ever, Zell disagreed. Maybe Sram wanted his children to be happy. He stepped inside and eyed his companion. Eliandra's hair is down, a cascade of orange over her shoulders and down her curves. She must have had time to brush it, the silky strands flow evenly across the white fabric, with thick bangs on both sides of her face. Zell's distraction is momentary and he begins reviewing his plan. They are close to a road so they should be able to hear�
A faint scream echoes in the night. Both jump, grabbing weapons, eyes meet. There is no need for words. Both know that they won't sleep well tonight. Both know that this is some kind of a call to them, both grab their belongings and disappear into the night.
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