Baby & The Sword // [Day 1]

As evening approaches Baby finds herself alone again. It's not so bad this time; the screams have faded, her tears have dried and even though her legs feel like goo she presses on. The ruined castle acts as her northern star, anchoring her in this foreign place. She keeps it just within eyesight but never closer; she's sure someone's died there by now, even though she hasn't yet heard the ominous boom.

The soft ground gives way to pebbles first, and then stones, and then rocks. Dull blades and leather grips poke out of the ground, forcing her to weave. She thinks about turning back but then she doesn't really know what to say to Pearl and...

The rocks in the distance clatter.

Baby ducks, wrapping herself around her knees, perched precariously on her tiptoes atop pebbles. She trembles, almost tips over, and then grabs for the nearest handhold: the grip of a mighty sword.

She doesn't want to fight. But maybe, just maybe, it will scare them off.