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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: The Reptile in the Freezing Woods
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Chapter Title: The Reptile in the Freezing Woods
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Reekon, Cindarr, Cravex
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 396
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: ‘I’m not going anywhere after this, and Darkstorm would have to double my pay to convince me otherwise.’
Reekon goes out to gather more firewood with Cindarr and Cravex, much to his dismay.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery
The cold air of winter pierced Reekon’s bones as he went further into the woods. The snow on the ground didn’t help him either as he followed the horses and large buggy that Cravex drove. Cindarr was walking beside him, looking out for more firewood for the castle. Although it was mostly Cravex and Cindarr’s idea to go out and get it, Reekon couldn’t help but think Darkstorm only sent him out just to make him miserable.
‘These heavy clothes are doing nothing for me,’ mulled Reekon, rubbing his hands together for a semblance of warmth.
Cindarr looked over to the shivering mercenary. “Reekon, are you okay? We can cut the wood gathering short and go back to Darkstorm’s.”
Reekon didn’t look to him, too busy surveying the area, as he answered, “I’m fine.”
The old man shrugged as he continued to follow.
Reekon stopped when he saw a dead, fallen tree. “Stop the cart!”
Cravex reined in the horses’ and looked over. “More wood?”
“Yep,” said Reekon, reaching for his axe hanging at his waist.
He readied his axe as he went over to the tree and swung at it with all his might. Cravex and Cindarr ran over to help.
This was gold to them, especially for Reekon. ‘I can finally get out this godforsaken weather.’
They loaded up the cart and Cravex climbed back on, carefully turning it and the horses around. “Reekon, want to get on? You’ve been shaking since we got here.”
He climbed up as if his life depended on it. Cravex stopped the cart, surprised by Reekon’s actions.
Cravex started digging through the sit compartment, and pulled out a thick wool blanket. He gave it to the freezing mercenary beside him. “Don’t need to bring back a frozen lizard.”
Reekon snatched the blanket and wrapped it around himself as he sat down. “Oh, shut up.”
“What about you, Cindarr?” asked Cravex, taking his sit in the middle.
Cindarr climbed up for his spot on the cart. “Why not?”
Cravex grabbed the reins and got the horses going.
Reekon didn’t enjoy being at the far end of the cart, but he didn’t say a word of it. He balled up into the blanket more as the accursed winter wind blew pass him.
‘I’m not going anywhere after this, and Darkstorm would have to double my pay to convince me otherwise.’
‘These heavy clothes are doing nothing for me,’ mulled Reekon, rubbing his hands together for a semblance of warmth.
Cindarr looked over to the shivering mercenary. “Reekon, are you okay? We can cut the wood gathering short and go back to Darkstorm’s.”
Reekon didn’t look to him, too busy surveying the area, as he answered, “I’m fine.”
The old man shrugged as he continued to follow.
Reekon stopped when he saw a dead, fallen tree. “Stop the cart!”
Cravex reined in the horses’ and looked over. “More wood?”
“Yep,” said Reekon, reaching for his axe hanging at his waist.
He readied his axe as he went over to the tree and swung at it with all his might. Cravex and Cindarr ran over to help.
This was gold to them, especially for Reekon. ‘I can finally get out this godforsaken weather.’
They loaded up the cart and Cravex climbed back on, carefully turning it and the horses around. “Reekon, want to get on? You’ve been shaking since we got here.”
He climbed up as if his life depended on it. Cravex stopped the cart, surprised by Reekon’s actions.
Cravex started digging through the sit compartment, and pulled out a thick wool blanket. He gave it to the freezing mercenary beside him. “Don’t need to bring back a frozen lizard.”
Reekon snatched the blanket and wrapped it around himself as he sat down. “Oh, shut up.”
“What about you, Cindarr?” asked Cravex, taking his sit in the middle.
Cindarr climbed up for his spot on the cart. “Why not?”
Cravex grabbed the reins and got the horses going.
Reekon didn’t enjoy being at the far end of the cart, but he didn’t say a word of it. He balled up into the blanket more as the accursed winter wind blew pass him.
‘I’m not going anywhere after this, and Darkstorm would have to double my pay to convince me otherwise.’