Chapter 1, Part 7: Grass POV
Grass by @grassthewatcher
Grass was having trouble breathing. It all was too much. Everything was too much. She couldn’t breathe. She needed to run. If she stopped running she would get hurt.
So she ran. Ran as far and fast as she could, ignoring all the tree branches snagging at her arms and legs. It all hurt so much. She felt like crying after all of this. All of this anguish and pain.
She finally stopped in a small clearing, sitting down. She has to breathe. Even if she felt like she was going to collapse. Only when she sat down, though, did she notice the person on the ground next to her. He looked dead.
Grass stared at the other. Was she going to get blamed for another murder? Before she could question too much, the other sat up. He looked tired, not fully there. When he looked over to Grass, he startled. “Wha- when did you get here?” Not exactly a ‘hello,’ but it’ll do.
“Just now. I had to… to take a minute. Didn’t notice you until now.” She spoke truthfully. The man just looked at her, seeming slightly confused. Grass finally took in the bearings of this man.
He had dark brown hair, and a tannish suit. A single earring swung from his ear. It almost looked as if glowing. “I’m just trying to rest a bit. Do you have any idea on what this place is? Or where it is?” The man spoke.
“No clue. I just- I was running and got a bit lost.” They both sat there for a minute before the man stood, motioning Grass to do the same.
“Well, we can’t do much while sitting on the ground. We can go look around for a bit at the least.” The other then tripped and fell flat on his face. “That was unintentional.” He grumbled. The two walked together.
“Neither of us have any idea what’s happening, do we?” Grass spoke tiredly. She wanted to collapse from exhaustion still, but she could walk.
“No, not at all.” William said nonchalantly. The two talk and walk before William stops suddenly. “Is that a dead body?” He points at a person lying limp on the ground. They had a violin case on their back and had long blonde hair. The two simply looked on in horror for a second before Grass fully processed it and stepped towards the limp person, shaking them.
“Hey, are you okay?” She checks for a pulse, which was thankfully there. The other didn’t wake up. “Hey, how strong are you?” Grass called out to the man behind her.
“Uhm, not very!” He called back. Grass grumbled to herself and hoisted the limp person onto her shoulders. The other that was actually conscious followed as she started to walk on. “What are we doing?” He asked.
“We’re taking this person to find a safe place before they die of the cold or starve. Would you rather they die out here?” The other flinches slightly at that, and shakes his head. “Okay. Can you make a fire at least?” He nods.
He quickly puts together a small campfire, lighting it. The two sit there, the unconscious one now lying down nearby the fire. “Are you okay? You seem tired.” The man asked. He seemed genuine.
“Some stuff happened at home, so I had to run away.” It wasn’t a lie she told. Just not the full picture. They sat in silence for a few minutes before the unconscious person started to wake.
“Wh-huh? What’s going…?” The person seemed disoriented, which was fair considering the circumstances they were previously in. “What’s going on?”
“Well, you just woke up. You were going to die out in the cold so we grabbed you and brought you here. I’m Grass.” She spoke up first, only then realizing she never introduced herself to the other.
“I’m William by the way.” The one who had lit the fire spoke. He seemed calm. The disoriented person just nodded after a second, checking on their violin case and opening it. The violin inside was in good shape, the bow fine as well. They breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, I’m Arin. I was traveling and got a big lost.” They explain after a moment passes. “Should we continue hiking on now? There might be stuff around here.
William shakes his head. “How about we just sit here for now? Take it all in before we have to continue and part ways.” Grass nods along with him, lying down on the grass. William sits on the grass and Arin starts playing the fiddle.
It was calm. At least until a pack of wolves came and chased them out. “That was less than ideal.” Grass stated, still panting slightly from running. The three spotted a town with a few people in it. Arin immediately started walking towards it, William following suite.
Grass stayed behind for a moment. It felt like her head was going to implode. She didn’t know why. She swore she heard whispering everywhere. And so she did what she did best. She ran.
She always did this. But she continued, until she spotted stone tiling on the ground she ran on. Looking up, there was the remains of a castle. Even while broken down to pieces, it was stunning. So she walked towards it, carefully maneuvering the bridge, and then-
She felt something hit her head, and her vision faded to black.