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I'M SORRY THIS DIDN'T QUITE TURN OUT HOW I WANTED I HOPE IT'S OKAY

Long journeys were, by far, the Warrior’s specialty, if he were to have one.

After departing from his newly made friend and contact Noel in the strange, mushroom-topped woods, the nameless warrior had started a new path to explore this world. After all, he’d still little idea what lie on the land, who or what he may encounter, and remaining in one area never lead to discovery. After trading a farewell and a promise to meet up again very soon, the Warrior set off on his journey. As he made his way out of the forest with little trouble, a familiar scent made it’s way to him. Water. The coast.

What he would give for a pirate’s ship to make travel that much easier.

The Warrior headed west, following the coast. With no concept of time for this world, he wasn’t quite sure how long the journey took. He crossed rivers, wandered along the coast of a desert, sleeping beneath the stars for many nights. There wasn’t much to be seen besides the occasional monster. Even they seemed to abhor the heat of the day and the waves of the nearby ocean.

As another day passed, the whole journey aspect was seeming more and more a ludicrous idea. The nameless man was low on provisions, and he hadn’t seen another talkative soul in what seemed an age. Grumbling, he made his way out of the final river crossing, pulling his cape forward to begin wringing it out. The sun was high over head once more, and as he let the water drain from his armor, the Warrior peered into the distance.

Oh? He let loose his cape and raised a hand above his eyes to block out the sun.

No, that was definitely something in the distance. A pyramid of some sort? Perhaps a temple?

Relief washed over the weary knight. It was merely a sign of humanity, however, a sign was better than another day wasted. If he were extremely lucky, there would be friendly locals, monks, perhaps even a town. Wanting to waste no more time, he hurried towards the nearby hovel.

Reaching the path, the Warrior relaxed and set a steady pace. While trading words with the locals was far from his list of talents, he was sure, if there were people around, he could at least gather some information from them. More about this strange world, and perhaps, what was becoming of it. This far out, however, it was still too difficult to detect if there were signs of life at all. Yet, as he strained to focus on the sounds of his eventual destination, the Warrior picked up another sound. Extremely close by.

Soft thuds. The sounds of footsteps on the soft earth.

He paused on the path, and reached towards the sword on his hip. Distraction did not suit him well. The Warrior waited patiently, listening as the footsteps inched closer. Having trained many tireless days and nights, he could determine a few things from this stranger before they’d even have the chance to step out. The steps of their pace were shorter, meaning they were either smaller, quite fatigued, or both. The steps seemed uneven. Whoever it was, they weren’t trying to be sneaky, or hide their presence. As the steps came closer to the road, the Warrior moved his hand away from his blade. There was no cause to immediately appear hostile, he reminded himself.

The steps disappeared, followed by a loud thud. Tripped, presumably. Light blue eyes gazed ahead on the path, and to his surprise, a young woman rolled out of the woods and right onto the road.

As she struggled to get up, the Warrior moved forward, driven by what little instinct he had. That to protect, to help, to save. The closer he came, the more he picked up. The fatigue in her body, the dirt and bruises and scratches. Whoever she was, and wherever she’d come from, it appeared she’d been through quite a lot. He hurried to her side, hoping to catch her before she lost consciousness.

Distressed, though one could never tell, the Warrior dropped to his knees by her side and rolled the young woman over onto her back. He was careful to move her spear from her immediate reach (after all, he’d first reach for his weapon as well if a stranger suddenly crouched next to him!), and carefully cradled her head in his gloved hand. It took only a moment to see that her condition was even worse than he had caught from a distance, and he hoped that she had just enough strength to hang on for a few more moments. He was frowning, brows furrowed with worry.

“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?”

It's the only thing I've ever known.