Runaway Fish

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A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.


Adrenaline coursed through him, and spears raced towards him. Tarhuinn focused in on the pixie that had the weakest control of their weapon. As the spear was about to scrape past his left cheek, he grabbed it from the guard and twirled the small weapon around between his fingers. The tail and haft of the spear hit the creature in the back of the head, knocking them to the snow below.


Several cuts were made across his arms, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he swiftly focused in on the remaining personal guards of his. Knowing each of their weak points, he hit them all before he knocked them unconscious. As the guards fell to the snow around, the other pixies began to fly into action. At that moment, he darted down the stream. If it were deeper, he would jump in and swim.


He could hear spears flying past while metal being unsheathed rang in the air. His dark blue eyes didn't glance back once, though. Tarhuinn knew that he had at least a dozen pixies on his tail now. It would only become more as the chase continued. The pixies didn't matter, though. Getting to (f/n) was what was important.


His feet pounded hard against the bottom of the stream as it intersected with another and led down the mountain side. The droplets of rain only made his escape all the easier as they helped to deflect the spears some. By now, his hair tie was long lost. Soaked strands of long ink-black hair clung to his face and arms. Small streaks of crimson trailed down his arms, but it was washed away just as it came.


(F/n)'s cloak had been abandoned in camp when he had left the pixie home. Now, he let go of the one tied around his neck. It was slowing him down too much. He needed to be faster to reach his destination. Once off, the article of clothing flew back and blocked several pixies. They were pushed back until their weapons pierced the fabric, and they were able to carry on ahead.


The king and queen joined in on the pursuit. Forming a protective ring around the queen, the king and his personal guards charged ahead to get the queen close enough to the male kelremm without being harmed. They still couldn't catch up to him quite yet. Matters became worse when the stream took a steeper downward slope.


This only caused Tarhuinn to go faster. His feet nearly slid down the rocks under the running water. Surrounding pine trees blocked his view to both sides, but he knew that he still had a ways to go before he reached the cabin. The main concern for him would be running out of stamina before getting to the structure.


Up ahead, tree branches hung over the stream. He ducked in time for them, but he heard several impacts behind him. Tarhuinn lowered himself another time as there were more branches. No more pixies collided into them. While the overhead branches had been a benefit to him, a problem was quickly approaching. Some of the pines' roots grew slightly into the stream.


Cursing, he pressed more on his feet before he jumped into the air and avoided the first of the roots. He had to make several more jumps before he crossed the rough patch of water. Finally, there was a clear space. For a split moment, he was able to see past the trees and spot the lake in the distance. It still was nowhere close to him, and the stream was starting to have a flatter slope once again.


With all the jumping from before, he had already been slowed down some. He would just have to exert himself more, but the pixies had managed to get closer. A few spears finally managed to hit him, landing in his shoulders. Tarhuinn swiftly pulled them out as he noticed two large rocks up ahead in the middle of the stream. Reaching them, his feet left the water as he ran across them and leaped off towards the stream below.


Making contact with water again, he instantly became relieved. The pixies, though, decided upon a new course of action. Several guards threw off their armor and tossed aside their weapons. With that weight gone, they raced ahead and towards the water itself. Suddenly, the surface of the water started to freeze over. As for the fastest two of the team, they continued to dart through the air until they were ahead of Tarhuinn.


At the water, they began to freeze its surface ahead of him. Going at his speed, Tarhuinn couldn't slow down fast enough. His shins rammed against it, and he tumbled to the water below. The kelremm's body crashed against the ice as he used his arms to protect his face. Water and ice splashed upwards while pixies surrounded him at all sides.


Refusing to lift his head out of the water, the pixies gathered on his sides and forcibly turned him over. Before he could attack any of the pixies, the queen came forward and caused him to go unconscious. The world slipped from Tarhuinn's view. Before his eyes closed fully, tears trailed down the sides of his face. They weren't distinguishable from the falling rain, and they slipped into the stream unnoticed.


No shafts of morning light greeted him. Only droplets of rain fell upon him. Tarhuinn found himself lying on his back. Snow had been cleared around him so that he lay on a bed of twigs and dried leaves. His wrists were by the sides of his head. He couldn't move them as ice bonds held them to the ground beneath the bed. His legs were restrained against the floor as well. (F/n)'s cloak rested over his body as a blanket, but its absorption of the water only weighed him down more.


All of the cuts on him had been tended to, but he was glad to know that their wedding rings were still in his left pants pocket. He had placed them there as soon as the bonds were off of him. Tarhuinn wished, though, that he had made it to her. His lips parted as he softly whispered her name, but he didn't call her name out to her. Right now, he didn't have the strength to have her hear him.


Currently, the king was saying something to him, but he wasn't listening. He didn't care what left any of the pixies' mouths unless it was a report about his beloved. Turning his head, his eyes followed the path of the stream. His eyes wished to see her travel up it, but such a desire wasn't granted.


Even though he knew that it would most likely end in failure, he wanted to break out again. He desired to continue going after her. It didn't matter the odds. His wife was in danger, and he would keep trying, yet his body felt like it was on the brink of death.


Lifting his head up, he discovered the reason why. The back of his heels were the only part of his feet in the water. His head fell back down onto the bed. So, this was to be their tactic now. It didn't matter. He would find some way to break free again. (F/n) would be back in his arms. That he was certain of.


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Rain against glass awoke her. (F/n) opened her eyes and sat up in bed slowly. Throughout the whole night, she had fallen in and out of sleep. Exhaustion was evident in her eyes as she rubbed her eyes to try and get herself to be more awake. Drawing her hands away, she stretched and looked down to the floor. Will was gone. She assumed him to be tending to his hobby.


Clothes were laid out on the bed for her. As usual, the more revealing undergarments were there as well. Grabbing them, she placed them back in the wardrobe. On the bed was a green corset dress. The skirt was thin, but it had a higher top then the off-white dress on her. She picked up the dress and her boots before to the main door.


Stepping outside, she wondered if she would be able to handle the lake water without Will's magic. It was raining but lightly. So, she couldn't take a shower in the rain. He wasn't around, though. That was a benefit in its own right. She decided to go for it. Once she dealt with Will, she would have to get used to water that wasn't heated.


Slipping out of her clothes swiftly, she set the old and new clothing on the shore. She dipped her feet in. Immediately, she shivered, but she forced herself to go in further. It would just be a very quick bath. When she couldn't take the slow stepping in process, she jumped into the slightly further out water. Cold embraced her instantly before she came back up to the surface.


(F/n) swam closer to the shore and hurried along with washing herself and her other clothing. As she was in the middle of doing so, Will came out from the back. His eyes latched onto her before a look of panic crossed his face. "What are you doing, Bluebell?! I didn't heat the water! Are you mad?!" He started to head towards her before heat rushed to her cheeks.


"I'm fine! Just turn around! I'll throw another fish at you!" When he didn't listen, she grabbed a clinglob that had just attached itself to her right leg and threw it at him. He caught it and dropped it back into the water.


"I'm merely going to heat the water for you," he responded as she swam back further. Before she could get too far, he reached out and grasped her right wrist. With a few tugs, he had her closer. She sank low into the water, readying to slap him with her other hand, yet her body relaxed at the feeling of warmth spreading throughout the area. "There, now you can finish your bath. Next time, wait for me. I can't have you getting sick on me."


She looked away from him as a glare settled on her countenance. "Thank you for warming the water, but can you please look the other way now!" He shook his head in amusement before standing and facing in the opposite direction.

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