Unknown Story Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Weary Day


"If they get any louder, they'll wake the dead." A voice spoke out rather calmly from the shadow of the setting sun. The sun was bright enough to block the figure from full view but one could tell it was that of a woman. She took a seat against the large trunk of an old oak tree and stared up at the fading sky with a smile. Her eyes were closed, one could tell from the way she leaned against the tree. She listened to the stories being told by her comrades; highly exaggerated from tens to thousands in number, from one slash to an entire barrage and yet receiving little to no damage. One couldn't help but smile hearing their laughter and how loud they were getting due to the ale.

A pale face looked over at her as she sat, he didn't speak but he nodded; giving a faint smile to her before wiping it from his face once more, becoming expressionless and in a way, almost faceless. His eyes were so cold, though crimson in colour they were expected to be warm, just like the blood they resembled. A rough bit of shoulder-length hair was in a tangled mess, strands hanging here and there, black as night. He didn't seem to care much, one way or the other towards anything; the war, his appearance, anything really.

She moved over to him, poking him on the shoulder, just trying to be a bit of a bother knowing how it irritated him a bit. He was mysterious, and often no one would go near him, but she was always right there, under his nose and persistent in prying. She was rather skillful at uncovering his past, present and life with her own eyes; as his seemed to be blank. He turned to her with a rather curious face as to why she was poking him.

"No wounds, no scathing, no dents, no bruises. You're a quick healer." She said before tossing up the sleeve of his cloak and examining his arm for any internal damage.

With wide eyes he spoke, "Hey! What are you doing!?" He questioned her, feeling quite awkward under her cautious glances.

"Duh, I'm making sure you're not hurt dumbass!" She said before tossing his sleeve down and shaking her head. "You're so stubborn sometimes." She said with hands folded across her chest.

Slowly he let his arms hang down, folded over one another as he leaned forward on his large weapon; A Scythe, and though it seemed to have its experiences with dents, scratches and marks taken from it, it still remained sharp and powerful, fearsome in appearance. Large blackened wings lifted themselves from his back and spread wide, shaking a bit before folding up once again. A nice stretch for some feathered aids attached to his body. His eyes went from wide to narrow, lifeless as he leaned forward; appearing as if he were ready to pass-out from weariness.

"Maybe I should poke at you." He spoke lowly beneath his breath; eyes finally closing as if to meditate or rest.

She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and grinned, "Oh really?" She interrogated. "I've seen you bleed, yet have you seen the same from me?" Her voice had become quite serious in tone, rather than playful like before.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm just trying to look out for everyone, you know." She said with a shrug, finally dropping herself and laying back on the grass. "I've just got so many people to look after, to care for, I'm the only medic, or rather, healer around for miles."

He looked over at her and smiled. "And we're certainly thankful for that."

She looked up at him and laughed. "You're speaking on behalf of those idiots?" Eyes looked over to the large camp of many soldiers, drunken and talking loudly about their accomplishments no matter how little or big they really were.

"Maybe.. Or maybe I'm just speaking on behalf of us." He said before looking down at himself, taking in a deep breath.

She blinked at him, catching her tongue before it lashed out the question she knew wasn't her place to ask. Yet she couldn't help but be curious as to what he meant. 'Us?' Was he just referring to himself and his weapon, or rather something more? A yawn escaped her lips and her eyes closed.

"You should rest." He said before standing from his place and looking up at the darkened sky. "At least let me keep watch for a little while so you can get some sleep."

"I don't need sleep; I'm just resting my eyes." She said in a weary voice, almost fading into the darkness itself.

"For once." He said softly with a smile.

Before anymore retaliation was heard, she was sound asleep on the grass, as if she'd simply dropped there from the sky, fallen with no memories of Heaven, no memories of home.