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She did it for you

She killed for her.

She shot her.

And somehow they both think they were the righteous one.

Static and Fire - 26. If She Loves You

Read 26. If She Loves You from the story Static and Fire by Redstatic5 (Redstatic) with 12 reads. banterheavy, mutualob...

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Arwyn Quinlaand's backstory

Fair warning !! : Fire, death mentions, burning alive, etc

Arwyn was a young elf, 37 and ready to start carving a home with her partner, Reverie. They had been married for 4 years now. She was far from their home foraging for things to give her. She carried bunches of flowers, some in her hair, from a distance she started to hear shouting. Then, an  odd crackle from nearby trees.

She made her way back to the front of the village and could see a strange group of figures with odd monster-like masks carrying sticks with a bright strong light to it.

Arwyn realized then that the figures were throwing the lights at their wooden homes, setting them ablaze.

                                    Fire.

 She ran home, trying to get home to her lover and her parents before they could be hurt. Homes around her burned to the ground, elders and mothers tried to get their children out but most did not succeed. Being made of such flammable material, most burned with their homes. Those who didn’t get killed, were caught. Arwyn saw her friends and loved ones gagged and knocked unconscious. The masked figures stuffed them into cloth bags, their frantical struggling barely helping.

She finally reached the outside of her home, looking for her parents, like a scared child again. Her home. Everything was already burning to the ground. The only thing to snap her out of her fawn response, was her mother calling her name. She was running up to Arwyn, saying something she couldn’t quite make out. It was too late before she realized, “BEHIND YOU”, the fire pressed up against her chest as someone held her from behind.

She kicked and tried to slip free, catching a glimpse behind their sleeve, flesh. She could feel herself slowly starting to burn, her neck was close to turning to ash. She could smell her burning wood fill the air, something that could be comforting to other species, but to her kind it meant she would never be the same. She would not be able to be buried.

She was frozen in her capture’s grasp but her mother sprang to action. She lunged at the masked individual and took the light, putting it against their mask instead. Their mask was made of wood. No doubt made by their other victims. Who were these monsters? The fire spread to her mother’s arm. She screamed at Arwyn to “KEEP RUNNING, LEAVE and never look back!” as they both burned alive.

Arwyn thought to pull her mother out of the flame, but froze in fear of she too also catching fire.

Where was her father, her lover, her friends? Were they all dead? These were their thoughts as she ran away through the woods, listening to her mother’s words. Looking for a way out, she tripped and fell into a dimly lit spot in the open trees

It had just enough space to see anyone if they had followed her. But she was safe. For now. She sat down in the center of the open trees, sobbing and folding into a fetal position.

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Until they were 137. Arwyn stayed in that spot, away from civilization, new inventions, social norms, and such. She stayed there and learned music, the art of dance, and foraging. All sorts of artisan things. After 100 years of isolation, Arwyn craved to make friends again. 

She walked through the trees, finally finding a way out of the forest that was just out of reach this whole time. A village! Maybe she could find comfort in their people. As she walked through the town, children looked at her wood carved skin in awe. Mothers rushed their children past, some with guilty looks on their face. She paid no mind to it though. 

She stopped at a tavern, smelling sweet rolls from outside and comforting banter. She walked inside, making her way to an odd looking elf in the corner. She sat down next to them, and they were best friends :33