Weaver of Shadows

Edgar fell to the ground and did not rise, shaking uncontrollably. @Lunamor

Edgar saw Roy. He was trying to kill Jenny while her back was turned! His Gift became a long staff, and he used it to try to trip Roy.

Edgar was shaking, memories returning. He’d been hurt like this before, this had all happened to him before. He looked up and saw her, fighting and keeping the hounds at bay again. Kylee had come to his rescue. But…she had died to the hounds. Would she die again? He wouldn’t let her. He struggled, getting up to one knee, raising a newly formed shortsword. He raised it towards a hound, his entire arm shaking, his body filled with pain. But he didn’t fall.

“Wait, where can I meet you later?” she asks, while the other crowd members shout and cheer.

She smiles sweetly at him.

A pretty girl looks at him. “But can I have you?”

Seeing Jenny get hurt, Edgar yelled, rushing in and trying to bash the Fury with his shield. It easily dodged his attack, clawing deeply through his back. He screamed in agony, taking a few steps and collapsing.

Edgar stepped next to Jenny. He’d normally try to push her away, but that would make her off balance and vulnerable. Instead, he used his shield to try to protect them both from attacks. His arm seemed to move of its own accord sometimes, his Gift assisting him. @Lunamor

“We don’t have days! We have maybe a couple hours left. Then I’m gone. Like…like I should be. Like I deserve to be.”

Edgar went with her, but didn’t turn his back on the monster. Sensing that he was more determined to protect rather than attack, his sword became a shield.

He pulled her back behind him. “Good idea. There’s an emergency exit in the back, as well as that window there,” he said, motioning without taking his eyes off the Fury.

Edgar moved between her and the Fury. “Don’t touch her.” His Gift became a sword.

Edgar stood up quickly. “Ok, let’s go!” “What’s the problem?” He asked, quieter, to Jenny.

Fish, Fish, Crayfish, and Starfish fishily fished some fish-tasting fishy Fish creepyfish out and fishily dropfished their slimy, fishy pufferfish because fishy kittenfish fished their fishy clownfish-shaped fish tanks.

“Ok…” he smiled at her. She was very pretty, both awake and asleep. He wished she would know that. It was distracting, almost washing away his sense of uneasiness.

“I’m not sure. Something feels…off. There’s something not right. Sorry, I’m probably just imagining things, I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

Edgar shook Jenny awake. Something seemed wrong, he wasn’t sure what, but there was something. He felt bad disturbing her, but she’d want to know. Or, he thought she would. @Lunamor

Sounds…like a nerd.

But…you are.

He smiled again. He was tired himself, but didn’t want to fall asleep. She had asked him to watch for monsters and wake her up if needed. He couldn’t allow himself to be asleep.

“Yeah, of course.” He put an arm around her again, enjoying her closeness.