A Grim Glory - ON HOLD

Grim. The creature that lurks in the dark. The creature that does not hesitate to kill. So they say.


8. Sleep

Grim's muzzle was a mask of confusion. Are you ok? He asked, looking at her with concern.

“Yeah... it's just that the healing hurt a bit...” She murmured back.

Grim frowned. It shouldn't hurt....

“Well it did.”

But it shouldn't.

“Well it did.”

What did it feel like?

“Burning. Fire. Pain.”

Oh dear. He muttered.


Don't worry, it doesn't concern you.

She glared at him. “If it came to you while talking to me, then it does have something to do with me.”

He sighed. You'll find out sooner or later.

Merana rolled her eyes, annoyed at this sudden reluctance to answer. He shrugged in return.

You need to sleep. I'll tell you more when you wake up. He insisted. She gave in, as she did feel tired.

“I'll hold you to your word.” She warned, her eyes glinting mischievously. Grim smiled, a strange sight, as all he really had to do was open his mouth. With a sigh of annoyance, Merana pulled out two blankets from her bag. One to sleep on, and another to sleep under. She spread the first blanket out easily, spreading it along the mud of the.. cave? He was still watching her, this time his eyes were full of interest. She frowned. Surely he had seen humans do this before? Shrugging it off, she settled down on the cream blanket, taking off her shoes before she did so. She snuggled up in the warmth of the soft blanket above her, cradled in the two silky smooth surfaces.


As she was drifting off, she heard movement beside her. She had forgotten Grim was beside her. Was he settling down? Surely not... Merana opened her eyes, curious. The cave was empty, Grim had obviously left. But why? Where was he going? These thoughts filled her mind as she fell asleep.


When she woke up, the first thing Merana registered was hunger. Her throat was also burning with thirst, the feeling crawling down her throat in the most horrid of ways. So the first thing she did, was drink. Filling her mouth and swallowing. Again, and again. Her bottle was getting worryingly low, she would have to find some water to boil soon. With a sigh, she pulled out some of the bread stored safely in her bag, savouring every bite. It, too, would soon run out. She yawned, stretched and looked around. Outside, the moon had risen. A distant glow to the west told her it was close to dawn, however. She had slept for almost 24 hours. Merana made a face and stood up, brushing herself down. She began to make her way out of the cave, before she saw a black heap, and froze. It was moving up and down steadily, and she could make out a few pale limbs. She relaxed as she remembered what had happened the previous night. Grim. Him. She had become an ally to him. She sank down to her knees again, groaning. She had been tired last night. What had happened? Why, in her right mind, would she agree to become an ally to him?

She rocked back and forth, her face buried in her hands. She did not notice the shape move, however, and a pair of deep red eyes watching her, connected to the thin, white muzzle. The cloak around grim was heaped over him, yet his tail still crept out, the grey blade flickering dangerously in the small beam of moonlight that entered the cave. Grim was thinking, his head full of thoughts of different things, his mind a spinning mess.

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