Just to the other side… And you will reach Natlan, where you’ll be saved.
You just needed to get to the other side of the mountain. You managed to escape after everything that has happened in your village. It made you certain that you didn’t have frostbite and the horrible feeling also fed the fire inside you. The bleeding didn’t stop but you were still relieved that you could feel the pain now. You clenched your teeth and pressed your hands against your injury. But that was still better than lying on the ground and awaiting your death. But you once again began to move forward. Your legs were shaking violently but you somehow managed to rise up and stand on them. But hearing those words, realising the meaning and the owner of the declaration gave you power. If it wasn’t for that voice, you would’ve fainted right there. But somehow blackness started shadowing your vision…Ī shout pulled you back from losing consciousness in the very last moment. You stared at the warm liquid that poured out of your hip and it suddenly didn’t feel so bright any more. That slowly started getting stained with something red. You fell on your knees, trying to grab onto something. And the shock what your weary heart couldn’t take any more. It was rather the suddenness of the situation. Until you heard the loud blast and felt something hitting your hip. The snow was deep and the incredible cold made it really hard to move your numb body but you seemed to have lost your pursuers. You couldn’t focus on them anyway: all your concentration went into putting one leg after another. You heard the yells but you didn’t understand the words. Without hesitating and wasting any of your precious seconds, you jumped forward and with unexpected power, you began to sprint again. They were now only a hundred metres away. The fatui agents appeared in your field of view. The exact moment this thought crossed your mind, a shout made its way through the snow right into your ears and mind. Maybe it would be better to just… give up. You looked around desperately but you didn’t see anything apart from some pine trees in the never ending snow-fall. Your body was shaking violently as you stopped for a moment. But maybe if you found a spot where you could hide… The chances of you escaping from your warmly dressed, well-equipped pursuers were ridiculously small at this point. You haven’t felt your toes for a long time now. The boots on your feet weren’t made for this climate and they let the snow through. You were now hurrying up on the side of the mountain but you were slower and slower with every step you took in the deep snow. You just had to look for a way through this horrible place. You clenched your teeth together and made yourself snap out of the dark thoughts. Only the people the Tsaritsa wanted to execute were persecuted here. That was because no one ever decided to come here. There were also no hiding spots, no caves discovered, absolutely nothing that could provide shelter to humans who decided to come here. Wild boars and bears roamed everywhere and there were no soldiers or agents around. The freezing cold in this place could kill anyone who wasn’t well-prepared in an instant. People respected the mountains as they respected beautiful noble women. They were huge and ascended into the grey sky with grace and power. No one would ever dare deny the beauty of Snezhnaya’s mountains. You were still free.īut where could you go in a place like this? You didn’t look back but felt their presence. Otherwise the people behind your back would slaughter you. Every part of your body screamed for a break but you couldn’t let their wishes control your mind. You were panting with an open mouth, every breath you exhaled made a white little cloud in the air. Almost.īut no one would’ve dared to call someone pretty who was on the verge of death. Snow flecked your hair and lashes in a way that it looked almost pretty. Your blood has condensed into a cold liquid and it felt like you had literal pieces of ice in your veins. And since I’ve decided to take the opposite route with this, there will be a lot more angst… And you’re somehow still alive even though he holds your life in his own hands.Ī.n.: Yup, another Scara fic. The Balladeer doesn’t intend to go easy on his enemies and kills everyone who took part in the riot. Cold hands, cold heart - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1Īfter a rebellion in Snezhnaya, the Tsaritsa had ordered your death and sent her best Harbinger after you.
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