“You killed them.” The voice in front of Gedeon spewed out varying levels of animosity. Desperate. Her eyes were desperate in a way that the young man could only hope to partially understand.
“ You killed them all.” Her warm curls bounced in time with her as she took a step forward; if it were any other time Gedeon might have thought she looked like a painting.
Her guard’s uniform was pristine. Or at least it must have originally been. Scratches and dirt were marked all over the expensive leathers and fabrics, and yet her uniform hadn’t a button out of place.
Gedeon took a step back.
No. It wasn’t him.
The young man was not the one who killed all of those innocents.
“They were sleeping and-” The elven woman furrowed her brows and snarled at Gedeon, her fists clenched, “You killed them. Never even gave them a chance.”
The ground beneath her echoed as she took another step to close the distance between the two. Her pointed ears were lowered; a tell tale sign that an elf was pissed off.
Gedeon frantically looked around the dim-lit alleyway. There had to be some way to get out of this; some place to run to, but no. The only thing behind him was a bricked wall shrowded by darkness. And what was in front of him? A murderous elf.
It was a no brainer that the woman before him had some serious pent up anger. Lucky for Gedeon the woman was taking it out on him. Or had been taking it out on him. Continuously. For months.
Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? Was his word of innocence not enough for her to go on? He would have nothing to gain by killing those at the Vinda Palace’s Ball, so why was she so gung-ho to think that he had killed all those people?
“I-I was supposed to protect them!” Anger. And then for just a second there was a flash of remorse. Or atleast Gedeon thought it was remorse. It was a moment of negativity in the most somber sense of the word.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” And now it was Gedeon’s turn to fill up with rage, “ I didn’t kill anyone!”
So many times had Gedeon and this elven women had this dance, and yet the boy still didn’t know her name. Should he? Would it be weird to ask her name or would it be weirder to continue to have the absence of her name on his mind? It had been months after all, though it didn't feel like it mattered much. He didn’t care for her and she obviously didn’t care for Gedeon, so there really was no point in acquiring her name.
“Cease your lies, Abaddon! I will cut your tongue to silence you myself.” Her words were harsh and for a moment, Gedeon was afraid. Not because of her threats; threats he could deal with. No. That name. Abaddon.
Gedeon absolutely loathed the name. A new fire lit up inside Gedeon; one he hadn’t felt in a while. Familiar and yet so foreign.
And he hated it.
“I am not Abaddon.”
The elf scoffed and tossed him a blade. Scruffed and rusted but deadly nonetheless.
“Let us see how your fare in battle. Battle will always reveal the truth.” It was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. Battle reveals truth? It only caused death. He might have been afraid to die by this woman’s hands but it was obvious she didn’t know his secret.
Gedeon didn’t need the blade. No, his weapon of choice was the iridescent flames he could make dance between his fingers. Beautiful yet dangerous.
Despite his confidence in his abilities, Gedeon couldn’t help but feel drawn to the dagger tossed his way. Perhaps he should take it just in case.
“Fine. Let us fight. But do no-” Before Gideon could finish his thought, the elven woman lunged at him, intricate blades slicing out of her metal gloves.
It was an impressive weapon. One that intrigued Gedeon. He might have asked how it worked if it weren’t for the fact that the wielder of such a weapon was actively trying to kill him.
The young man rolled onto the ground just in time to not get stabbed. Loose dirt kicked up in the air. Gedeon could taste the salty earth; it was disgusting but not so foreign that he would gag. He threw his arm out to his side to reach for the gifted dagger.
It was just in an instance. The air between his hand and the dagger began to glow. A golden honey hue that radiated waves of warmth and security, and it drew Gedeon’s hand ever closer.
Suddenly, as quick as it came, when his hand reached the cold metal it all turned dark. It was gone in an instance. No dagger, no elven woman, and no alleyway.
And then Gedeon opened his eyes.
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