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Evka paced across the living room for ages.
Nervously biting her nails, waiting for the back-up she called for after finding her spouse was missing, at first, she didn’t think much of it when Antoine was absent from bed, assuming he was in the kitchen making breakfast, but he wasn’t, there was absolutely no sign of him.
His casual clothes and his bow were still here, the dwarf already checked outside and the beginning of the trail that Antoine usually takes when he goes on walks, she couldn’t see any footprints or any indication that her husband was out.
“Mama?”
Claude looked up from the couch, him and Clement sat reading together, which is what they’d usually with their father, but the man wasn’t here, “Mama, will Papa be home soon?”
“I... I’m not sure, sweetie...”
Evka walked over to the sofa where her sons were, the youngest had a small children’s book open on his lap while the eldest looked up at his mother worried.
“We just... need to wait for Wardens Martin and Greta to come, your cousin Mila is coming too, she’ll look after you while we’re gone to find Papa, okay”
“Is he lost?”
“Maybe, but we’ll get him home, I’m sure he’s okay”
She hopes Antoine is okay is what she means.
A sudden knock echoes from the front door before Evka quickly went to answer it, Warden Greta stood on the porch in front of the door, behind her was Warden Martin, Mila and three Veil Jumpers standing at the stairs.
“Evka, we’re here, what’s going on?”
The dwarven woman looked back at her boys for a moment to see that they were both distracted by the book, so taking the opportunity to have a private conversation with her fellow Wardens.
“Antoine’s missing, he wasn’t in bed when I woke up, and he was nowhere around the house or outside, it’s been at least two hours, and I don’t where he is”
“Maybe he went on a long walk?” Mila questioned
“No, he would’ve left a note, especially if he was planning to be gone this long”
The dwarven woman turned to the young lady who stood next to Martin, “Mila, could you stay here with the twins while we go search?”
“Of course!”
“Evka, are you sure you should be coming? If Antoine is in danger at all-”
“I’ll be fine”
Evka sternly looks up at Greta to which the taller woman shut her mouth and accepted, “there’s a particular trail Ani and I take on walks, but I didn’t see and footprints”
The three wardens and the Veil Jumpers made their way towards the woodland area, leaving Mila at the cabin with Claude and Clement, keeping her sending crystal with her in case the missing person comes back.
“Well, we can split up to cover more ground, what other places would Antoine go?” the elven Jumper asked, pulling a map from their pack.
“Well, the Dalish camp off North maybe, they might’ve seen or heard from him?”
“Alright, Martin and I will ask around the camp, anywhere else?” the Veil Jumper holding the map asked again, marking the Northern Dalish camp, “there’s the lake as well”
“We can look there, Finn knows the water well” the other elven Jumper volunteered, gesturing at the human Jumper beside her.
“Good, let’s get a move on, Greta, you’re with me”
“Yes ma’am”
The group split up in their assigned directions, the search for Antoine begins.
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A few hours ago
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Severe pain surged through Antoine’s body.
He woke up in a cold sweat, jolting from another vivid nightmare.
The elf’s muscles hurt, his skin burned.
Antoine felt a pull, like a gentle, invisible force leading him out into the hall, not even thinking to check on his sleeping wife, his mind bombarded with unspeakable visions.
Flashing images of the dark forest ran through his mind.
Stumbling into the hallway, making his way towards the front door, letting out groan of pain along with an involuntary, frustrated growl.
The agony in his entire body worsened as he shoved the door open, the cool night breeze wasn’t at all enough to extinguish the flames under his skin.
Antoine aimlessly hobbled around to collect himself, but there was nothing to collect, his vision was slowly morphing into a blood red slate over everything in his environment, he blindly ran between the trees, similar to his dreams, he rushed through an unmarked path through the forest with some form of hope that he’ll find an answer.
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Evka and Greta walked along the trail through warmly lite trees in hopes of finding some trace of the dwarven woman’s husband.
“Any clue why Antoine would go out like this without telling you?” the taller woman asked, baring her sheathed short sword in her hand as a precaution.
“I don’t know, all I know is he was asleep beside me last night and vanished this morning”, Evka walked slightly in front of Greta, trying to remain calm as she tried to think of a reason that her husband would just disappear like this.
“Did anything happen before he left, an argument?”
“No, I think I would’ve mentioned that” Evka responded, struggling to hide her frustration and panic.
Suddenly, the dwarven woman stops as she remembers something, Antoine’s behaviour lately had been odd, “Evka?”
“The night before... Antoine had been acting a bit strange...”
“Strange how?”
Evka turned toward the human woman who stood with her sword stuck into the dirt, leaning against it as she listened to her superior, “the night before we visited the Lighthouse, he went into these... trances, he’d just freeze and stare into space, I know it doesn’t sound unusual but... something was off about them, especially the last one”
“What happened?”
“The previous night before we went to bed, he was glaring out the window... and he sounded... angry”
“Did he yell?”
“No..... he was breathing really... really heavily and deep, huffing like you would when you’re frustrated, but when I asked him about it, he said ‘oh, I thought I saw a Halla outside’”
Greta stroked her chin as she thought, “that is... weird, was that all, nothing from last night?”
Evka shook her head ‘no’, “he was completely fine before we went to bed, in fact we-”, the dwarf stopped herself before she exposed her and Antoine’s sex life to one of their comrades, “-we... had relations...”
“Ah, say no more”
The two Wardens chuckled that little tid-bit off before proceeding with their search.
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Hot.
It’s... too hot.
Antoine could feel himself sweating profusely, his body greatly heating up from sprinting through the woods.
The man saw a glimmer of light across his way.
The Dalish camp.
Several silhouettes of elven residents walked by as their shadows dancing across the darkened trees, the only brightness coming from campfires and torches keeping the area lite up.
The heaving elf scrapped his fingers through his scalp as another wave of insufferable pain hit him, a strained groan pushing passed his clenched teeth.
Antoine ran left back into the forest, avoiding anyone who could see what the fuck was happening to him.
The man fell to his knees in the middle of a patch surrounded by now odder-looking trees, their brake somehow rougher and their trunks turning inwards.
An agonising scream flew out of Antoine’s throat as he looked to the sky.
The heat, the pain, the overwhelming feeling inside him.
It was coming out.
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Warden Martin and Jumper Carius were just about to arrive at the Dalish camp.
Many voices rang out as they approached the decently populated area, little elven children ran around playing while other residents communed with one another, trades and market sales in progress.
The Warden and the Jumper entered the crowd, passing elves shot friendly smiles at the two while they started with simple questions towards any elf that they could get a hold of.
“Have you seen a Warden elf around?”
“A bit tall for an elf, brown hair, blue eyes, freckles, very distinct Orlesian accent”
“Warden Antoine, have you seen him?”
“He may have come from that cabin down South?”
“Have you seen him?”
Nothing, nobody saw Antoine.
Martin looked down with his hands on his hips, huffing as he thought of what to do next.
“You think he may have gone near one of the artifacts?” Jumper Carius asked, making the Warden look up at them, “why would he do that?”
“You said he was an inventor, yeah? Maybe he wanted to study one out of curiousity, it’s happened before”
“No, Antoine’s ain’t stupid like that”
“He doesn’t have to be”
“What do you mean by that?”
The Veil Jumper itched the back of their neck and moved a little closer to Martin, “well, sometimes these artifacts can be a little unstable with magic energy and... mess with certain people’s minds”.
Martin folded his arms and listened to Carius very carefully, “your friend may have come across a specific artifact and probably did avoid it, but he could’ve been exposed to a dangerous amount of raw magic”
“What? So, you’re saying that magic has made Ann go crazy?”
“Not crazy, but sometimes people with different abilities and magic quirks can be affected by these energy surges”, the Jumper was almost thinking out loud before the Warden man stopped them, “aight, now I know that’s impossible, Antoine ain’t a mage”
“Well, it didn’t hurt to look at the possibility-”
A shouting, panicked voice of woman rang from the other side of the camp, catching both the Jumper and Warden’s attention, without hesitation, Martin and Carius ran through the bustle of elves to make it to what could be troubled civilians or maybe a sign of their missing Warden.
The two pushed through a crowd surrounding a deranged woman yelling at an older elf, supposedly the head of the clan, “I did, I did see it, I’m not crazy!!”
“Meana, please, calm yourself!”
Martin took a few more steps to hear the two elves better.
“I know what I saw, it was right there, in the woods!” the hysterical woman pointed towards the forest as she continued yelling.
“Meana, there are no wolves in this part of Arlathan”
Wolves?
The Warden slowly approached the arguing elves, Jumper Carius treading behind him, “this wasn’t a normal wolf... it was too big... monstrous... I witnessed it tear those blood mages apart, limb from limb...”
Blood mage? The Venatori are here, again?
“Excuse me”
Meana and the elder elven man turned toward Martin as he interjected the conversation, “sorry, hello, Warden Martin, what is this about a wolf?”
“Ignore Meana, she-” the elder started before the elven woman interrupted him.
“I was walking home from foraging last night, I got lost because I didn’t realise how dark it was getting, a group of Venatori ambushed me on my way back to camp, they had me cornered but then...”
The Veil Jumper creeped up next to Martin, now both of them intrigued by the elf woman’s story, “... then, I heard this loud, blood-curdling scream from in the depths of the woods... it had caught the blood mages’ attention too, and after a moment... this giant wolf sprung out from behind the trees, gunning for the Venatori goons, it took them out one by one almost instantly...”
“How did you get away?” Martin asked the trembling lady
“That’s the part I keep wondering about...”
The Warden and Jumper listened in for the end of the tale, glancing around to see that others in the camp were checking out the commotion too, “... once the beast was done, it... looked at me... with it’s piercing, yellow eyes.... and walked off, sparing me”
Martin rubbed his chin and looked at the Jumper beside him as he tried to process that, “I’m very sorry for wasting your time, Warden Martin” the elven man apologised.
“Don’t be... I believe you...”
“R- really?!”
“Meana, could you possibly remember where you were attacked last night?” Martin questioned.
“Yes, just down a little West from here, scattered Venatori corpses wouldn’t be hard to miss anyway”
“Thank you, madam, we’ll go and have a look”
Meana continuously thanked Martin as he and Carius took off in the direction she told them to go in, once they were a good distance from the camp, Carius turned to the Warden in confusion.
“Shouldn’t we be looking for your friend?”
“We are”
“You think... he may have been attacked by this wolf creature?”
Martin paused for a moment, swallowing the dry lump in his throat as his insane theory bounced around in his head, “.... something like that”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say.... Evka and Antoine had a run in with ‘werewolves’ before”
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Evka had opted for ditching the hiking trail as they found little to nothing resembling Antoine’s tracks.
“C’mon.... where are you...” the woman whispered to herself, her fists clenching as she tried to stay calm.
“Evka”
A nervous thot swirled in Evka’s stomach, her nausea attacking up, “fuck off... not now”
“Evka?”
The dwarven woman quickly leaned up against one of the trees and threw up violently onto the ground, “maker... Evka, listen I think you should go back to the cabin, I’ll continue the search-”
“I’m. Fine”
“Really, what did I just witness then?!” Greta yelled, annoyed at the pregnant woman pushing herself so much.
“It’s just a little morning sickness, let’s keep going”
“Evka, I really don’t think-”
“WE KEEP GOING, THAT’S AN ORDER!”
Greta stepped back as her fellow Warden turned and yelled at her, Evka huffed and continued following whatever path she was envisioning right now, the slightly shaken Warden trailing behind her.
Both women walked and searched in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes before Warden Greta broke the tension.
“Evka... whether you’re my First Warden or not... I am your friend...”
Evka stopped as the taller woman spoke.
“I know that you and Antoine have been dealing with a lot of stress lately... more than usual... the situation with Kage and the Venatori, it’s had you on edge, I know you’re scared and it’s okay to be, you, Antoine and your children’s safety is paramount”
Greta approached the still dwarven woman who was crossing her arms and looking forward with an upset, worried expression.
“We’ll find Antoine... just... don’t think because he might be in danger, you need to be in that danger too... especially now”
“...I just... want him to be okay...”
“So do I”
The human woman placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder.
Suddenly, something across the way catches Greta’s eye, the taller Warden walked between the trees to try and distinguish what it was, “Greta, what did you find?”
The human woman saw something in front of her that made her heart sink.
Greta used the tip of her sword to pick the mangled fabric she found, seeing that it was a torn shirt.
“... that’s Antoine’s” the dwarven woman mutter in shocked horror.
The human woman watched as the dwarf reluctantly went to touch the torn nightshirt, “I don’t get it, it’s torn completely down the middle and nowhere else, there’s no blood either... doesn’t look like he was attacked...”
“What are you saying? He did this to himself?”
“It doesn’t look like he was attacked... that’s all I’m saying”
Evka sighed as she held her husband’s ruined shirt in her hands, Greta wasn’t wrong, the fabric did look as if he torn it open himself.... but why would he do that...
“There’s more”
Greta points towards another clothing item, smaller and a lot more tattered than the shirt, “Antoine’s briefs...”
“Well, wherever he is, we’re gonna need to bring him something to cover up with”
Evka looked up at the other Warden with a face that screamed ‘that’s not funny’.
“... sorry”
“C’mon, he has to have gone this way-”
The dwarven woman stopped in her tracks before she could even begin to walk, noticing an obscure form of print in the soil, “what is it?” Greta asked, walking back up behind Evka to see what she was seeing.
Wolf tracks.
But something was off about them.
There weren’t any wolves this side of Arlathan forest, only halla and nugs most of the time, unless wolve just kind of decided to migrate to the South.
Another odd thing about them, they don’t seem to have come from anywhere, the paw prints started right in front of the two Wardens and lead directly into the woods, like as if the wolf just came to be right in that spot.
“This just keeps getting weirder... c’mon”
Evka storms into the woods, following the tracks as Greta tries to keep up behind her.
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“So... why are we going after this alleged wolf again?”
Carius clasped his hands behind his back as he followed Martin’s lead, “to find Antoine” the human Warden says directly, still leaving the elf with more question.
“Like... maybe he went to hunt it?”
“No, he left his bow at home”
“Then why do you think this wolf would lead us to your friend?”
Martin didn’t respond, he just searched along the path that the distressed elven woman directed them down, looking for any sign of his fellow Warden and dear friend.
“Warden Martin, I know that this must be stressful, looking for your missing friend, but I’d just appreciate not being in the dark-”
“Blood” Martin muttered.
Carius paused and looked at the patch of grass that the human man was pointing at, there was indeed blood, old blood, looked to have been there a few hours.
Martin pushed forward past a few big trees to be met with a grotesque sight.
Mutilated corpses dressed in Venatori robes, spread out across the grass like red berry jam on toast, four in total, one hand their head completely torn off, another with missing limbs and even one ripped in half with their entrails left laying out for the entire woodland to witness.
“Maker...” the stunned Veil Jumper said.
The Warden hadn’t seen such a gruesome scene in his years of being in the Order, the blood mages went every which way, or at least their body parts did, he couldn’t tell where one started or if another even ended.
Upon viewing this horrific image, something caught Martin’s eye, right beside one of the dismembered stiffs was a path of paw prints.
As Martin was making his way towards the trail, Carius stops him, “hey, where are you going?!”
“To follow the tracks” the human man directly answered again.
“You want to go toward thing that did this?!” the Veil Jumper yelled in disbelief while pointing back at the scattered Venatori mush.
The Warden just faced Carius dead on, gently grabbing his shoulder and looked into his eyes, “he won’t hurt me”.
“He?”
Martin turned back to the trail and walked off, the disorientated Jumper reluctantly following him, baring his bow and arrow as a precaution.
“What is this about, Warden?”
“I have a theory about where Antoine is... I have a bad feeling that it’s right”
Carius pretty much gave up on trying to get an answer out of Martin at that point, all he focused on was having his weapon out and ready for when and if they meet the beast responsible for the sight they left behind.
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The bright, burning full moon shined down on Antoine as the biggest surge of bone-breaking pain shot through him.
The elf in voluntarily gripped his nightshirt and tore it open right down the middle.
Tossing the ruined fabric off him, he quickly looked down at his chest.
Thick, brown hair sprung out of his torso, his skin burning even more with the sensation of prickly follicles protruding out of him.
Antoine began to feel it. The stretching.
His hands.
His palms expanded and extended to an unnatural length while his nails big the same, sharpening into large dagger-like claws.
His jaw felt as if someone grabbed it with all their strength and broke it out of place, moulding his skull and bones into something else.
It was a while before his briefs had started ripping open from their wearer’s increasing size, the undergarments burst open as Antoine’s legs and arms snapped out of place.
The elf tried desperately to expel his torture out with a gut-retching scream.
His body malformed.
Hairy.
Big.
Disgustingly disproportionate.
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A woman’s cry for help echoed in Antoine’s ear.
The only thing he had heard other than his own heartbeat writhing in his head all night.
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His new body carried him towards the distress.
A group of Venatori surrounded an innocent Dalish woman.
Her frightened scream echoed over, and over in Antoine’s ears.
His blood red vision narrowed in on the vile cultists, their cloaked frames stare back at him in fear as they yelled ‘dear Maker, what is that thing!’.
Within a moment, Antoine’s sight blacked out, all he heard was screaming.
Painful, tortured screaming accompanied by the tearing of flesh, gargling of blood in the evil mages throats as he could hear them being shredded apart all together.
Once the vision returned to his eyes, he was stood on a pile of what could only be Venatori intestines.
Antoine looked over at the elven woman in the corner.
She looked at him... terrified, like he was some sort of monster... her eyes wide, full of fear.
Antoine, with the bit of control he still had, turn away and disappeared into the forest before his memory ended.
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The bloody wolf prints continued.
Martin stormed over the tracks, his heart and head pounding with so many emotions, fear, sadness, anticipation, anxiety, every feeling in the books that can constitute finding one of your closest friends in a state you don’t want to see them in but you have a strong gut indication that it is the case.
The Warden glanced behind him occasionally to see Jumper Carius nervously checking his surroundings with his bow drawn, ready to plant an arrow in anything that moves.
“Listen... I feel like... I’m starting to put together what you're thinking” Carius blurted out as they kept walking.
“Yeah...”
“Look... I know he’s your friend and fellow Warden... but if he’s dangerous”
Martin stopped dead in the tracks, clenching his fists after he heard that implication, he could understand the Jumper’s concern, but it still made him mad.
“...I’ve lived in Arlathan my whole life... I swore to protect my home-”
“And I swore to protect the people I love, so we understand each other”, Martin slowly turned and approached the Veil Jumper in a calm but stern manner.
“Now listen, Antoine is one of the strongest, smartest and most kind-hearted people I know, he has fought his entire life and endured the most unspeakable torture for years since he was a child, and if you met him, you wouldn’t believe any of it for a second... so I can assure you... if what I believe is correct, if anyone was to have this curse upon them, Antoine wouldn’t let it take him without several fights... get the picture?”
Carius shakenly clutched his wooden bow and nodded.
“Good...”
The men's intense talk was punctuated by a low, pained groan from behind Martin.
Both the Jumper and Warden looked back at the source of the noise, which appeared to be coming from a large patch of bushes.
Martin looked at Carius who still instinctively drew his weapon, the Warden gave the elven Jumper an expression that said, ‘stay back, I got this’.
The human man carefully walked toward the bushes, extending a hand out to pull back the bush branches and find what they were looking for.
“Maker’s breath... Antoine...”
The missing elf was found; he laid on his side unconscious, totally naked, blood drenching his mouth and hands.
Martin swiftly looked to the Jumper again, holding his other hand out, “give me your robes”
“What?”
“Just give me your robes!!”
Now without hesitation, Carius dropped his bow and pulled his long robe off and tossed it to the demanding human Warden, the elf likely still shook from Martin’s warning a minute ago.
Martin dug into the bush, wrapping his fellow Warden and dear friend in the Veil Jumper coat and scooping his limp body into his arms, “we have to get him home, now”
“We should probably find-”
“ANTOINE!!!”
Both men looked to the right to find Evka and Greta rapidly approaching as they saw the elf out cold in Martin’s arms, the dwarven woman surprisingly making it there way before the human woman, placing a shaking hand on her unconscious husband.
“What's... what’s wrong with him, what happened?”
“I’ll explain once we get back to the cabin, Greta can you take my sending crystal and call Flynn?”
“Sure thing”
The Wardens and the Veil Jumper quickly made haste for the cabin, Evka and Martin trying to speak to her companion’s lifeless body as they ran.
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Mila sat on the floor with the twins who were busy drawing, the young woman anxiously glancing over at her crystal and the front door, awaiting either Antoine or the group finding Antoine to return.
“Mila?”
The girl looked at the young child next to her, Claude sat off to the side of the coffee table abandoning his picture to give his big cousin a sad puppy look, “are Mama and Papa coming home yet?”
“I’m sure they’ll be back soon, Claude”.
The dark-haired boy scooched over to the front of the couch beside Mila, lifting his knees up and laying his head on the, “I miss them”.
Mila sighed and put a comforting arm around her little cousin, “I know, kid, but once their done finding Papa and making sure he’s okay, they’ll have fun with you and Clemmie, yeah?”
“Do you think the monster hurt him?”
“...monster?”
Claude looked up at the human woman with almost guilty eyes, “last night, I woke up and heard growling outside me and Clem’s room, I didn’t see it, but I think it was a monster....”
Intrigued, Mila listened carefully to the little dwarf boy.
“... it was right next to the door, but then I heard Papa, he sounded angry, really angry, then the growling stopped, I got out of bed to see if it was gone and it was... and when I went into Mama and Papa’s room, Papa was gone... I think he went to fight it... to protect us”
Mila couldn’t think of what to say, she couldn’t decide if her cousin had a really active imagination or if Antoine actually left last night to hunt down a creature that was terrorising his family, honestly, both answers seem very likely.
“Well, my bets are that he won, and that he’ll be on his way soon”
“Of course he did, he’s my Papa!”
The girl smiled and ruffled the boy’s dark brown hair when suddenly....
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The front door swung open.
Mila turned as soon as she heard the slam against the wood, she saw one Veil Jumper rush in followed by Evka, Greta and.... Martin, holding Antoine in his arms.
The other two Wardens rushed into the bedroom with the seemingly comatose elf as Warden Greta went outside with Martin’s sending crystal.
The Veil Jumper who was with them, came over to the three sitting on the ground, “hey kids, how are we doing over here?”
“Is Papa home?” Claude asked, his voice sweet and sad.
“Yes, little one, but Papa needs... needs to rest a little while, okay, you won’t see him for a bit, but he’ll be okay”
Claude just ignored the obviously panicking Jumper and turned back to his big cousin, the more stable person next to him, “umm, sir, could you just watch the boys for a sec, please?”
“...sure”
“I’ll be right back, Claude, I’m gonna check on Papa, okay”
“...okay”
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*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*
Mila knocked her knuckle on the closed bedroom door for a few moments before it was opened by a shaken Martin.
“Marty, what’s going?”
“Mila, I don’t think you want to see-”
“Oh, don’t you dare start that, what is going on with Antoine!”
The man caved instantly to the young woman’s demand and the door creaked open fully, allowing Mila inside to see Antoine.
She lightly gasped at what she saw.
Evka sat at the side of the bed, holding her partner’s hand for dear life, the man in question looked a horrible state. His skin was covered in faint stretch marks; his eyelids were baggy and darker than the night.... and the blood... maker, the blood, it smothered his entire mouth, half his face and his hands.
“Ani... please, Ani, came you hear me?”
The dwarf whispered and sobbed, bringing the lifeless elf’s hand to her mouth and giving it a soft, sweet kiss.
“What happened to him?” Mila asked, her eyes wide with shock.
“We found him like this... I do have... a theory of what may have happened though” Martin muttered.
“What is it?”
“I was about to tell Evka, look Mila, I don’t think that-”
“Martin, whatever this is, whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me, Evka isn’t Antoine’s only family”
The human Warden opened his mouth as if to protest but immediately gave up before he started with this girl.
“Evka”
The dwarf turned at her name being called, nearly bursting into tears as Mila came up and hugged the woman, “oh sweetie... you shouldn’t be here”
“Well, I am, I’m your family and you gotta deal with it”
Evka slipped a small chuckle into the younger woman’s shoulder as she cried.
“I just don’t... we were so happy the night before... went to bed happy and warm, snuggling up together like usual... and now... he’s like this”
Martin took a deep breath as he shut the door again to prevent the others from hearing this.
“Girls... you both may wanna sit for this”
Mila and Evka looked back at Warden Martin, the dishevelled man sat the other two down and tried his best to prepare them for the hardest explanation their probably ever gonna hear.
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