❀ Halendor ❀ Story // Ch. 2 ❀

❀ Halendor ❀ Story // Ch. 2 ❀

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❀ Halendor ❀ Story // Ch. 2 ❀

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''How come? Were you born like--''
''Battle.''
''Oh.''
''C'mon, hurry up.'' She rushed, then began sprinting off without me.

Lonely walk back. Seems right.
It felt futile of me to ask, but regardless, I queried: ''Is your eye okay?''
She looked up at me, blankly.
''I'm gonna assume so.'' I smiled.
Dawn smiled back at me, then her neutral face took over once again.
''You wouldn't happen to have an eyepatch would you?'' She asked.
I shook my head.
''Fair enough.'' She said unamused.

We stood there in silence for some time, then eventually, I realised Dawn and I would have to go back to the armoury before any other warriors suspected us of absenteeism, so I began walking back and hoped Dawn would follow. That, she did.

''So why do you need to keep your left eye patched up?'' I enquired.
''Said 'tis to stop infection,'' Dawn responded casually, ''could make me blind in the other eye somehow if I don't.''
''You're blind?''
''Half.''
I tilted my head slightly at her words, and immediately regretting my tone - not only at how I may have 'hurt her feelings', but at the physical pain I could feel, even when breathing. Despite how convenient friends Dawn and I were, it had only just dawned upon me that I never knew much about her genuinely.
As I opened my mouth to speak, Dawn rubbed her face and added:
''Next time I'll be seein' 'em is at the mourning of lost warriors.''
''That's sweet.'' I breathed.
''Don't think it is, Jordyn.''
Then it hit me, she wasn't there mourning with her family, she was //being// mourned.
''Oh.''
Dawn laughed, then held her hand at her left eye and cried: it was bandaged over, but her nest of hair covered it over, you could barely notice it. She then inhaled, and let her arm fall to her side.
As I clenched my arms around me, a voice came from a nearby ginnel:
''Thought you were slain out there, kid.''
''I'm sorry?''
Looking down the alleyway I heard it come from, came a tall, feminine figure.
''They got you pretty hard, ol' Charlie claims you went to med'.''
''D... Dawn.'' I stuttered, disregarding the aching of my body.
''I'm 'a assume you didn't seek help at all.'' She uttered.
''I, I did,'' I began, eventually losing balance I had to stagger my way to the wall beside the river, ''I went to the Tavern.''
''Sorry, but rum i'n't gonna heal ya'.''
''I didn't go for a dr--''
''You can't back out'a war like that.''
''Dawn!'' I snapped. ''You know I always visit my sister after battle. She'd like to know if I'm well.''
''Wish my family felt that way 'bout me.'' Dawn mumbled.
I was furious, torn, yet there were rushes of empathy for my sister, Jess. Had I been harsh on her? At the time, I know I was in agony and practically internally crying in pain, but maybe I weren't in control of my words. Nevertheless, what is said, is said, and what I said may have ruined Jess.

In the light of a merely lit lamp, I halted in my steps to analyse the scratch down my arm. Precariously, I rolled the filthy, blood encrusted bandage off my arm. It would appear to have stopped bleeding excessively, yet some of it remained spurting.
Rolling the bandage back around my arm, I cried in pain. What I hadn't told Jess was the wounding on my stomach. Well not exactly //wounding//, that was more of an exaggeration, but split seconds after the enemy had taken my left arm, came sword's-
-contact with my stomach. It had only scratched me, but the pain felt like a knife slowly being shoved into me.
I was furious, torn, yet there were rushes of empathy for my sister, Jess. Had I been harsh on her? At the time, I know I was in agony and practically internally crying in pain, but maybe I weren't in control of my words. Nevertheless, what is said, is said, and what I said may have ruined Jess.

In the light of a merely lit lamp, I halted in my steps to analyse the scratch down my arm. Precariously, I rolled the filthy, blood encrusted bandage off my arm. It would appear to have stopped bleeding excessively, yet some of it remained spurting.
Rolling the bandage back around my arm, I cried in pain. What I hadn't told Jess was the wounding on my stomach. Well not exactly //wounding//, that was more of an exaggeration, but split seconds after the enemy had taken my left arm, came sword's-