PETRICHOR

Rivka, a young female royal guardsman, is tasked with a daunting mission to assist a species known for brutality against her own.

Caine, a prince of a dying race, seeks aid from those his kind feast upon.

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This story will include graphic images and attempt at horror. If gore is not something you are comfortable with, I recommend to not read. Certain themes maybe too much such as infanticide and noncon. While noncon will never be described in this version, it will be mentioned as a fact that it does happen. Please steer away if you might be triggered.
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8. Ghosted Sheets (To be moved)

Resting could be exhausting, she was tired of just simply falling asleep. 

 

Rivka laid in her bed thinking about nothing over and over. Sometimes it'd be a story she would make up, sometimes it would be a song she heard tavern goers sing outside her window as the last rays of sunlight teetered off into the blackness of night.

 

The sun had set only an hour ago, but Rivka could tell by the lifetime it took for the moon to rise in the sky, night would be long and dreary. Her parents were already sound asleep, their steady breathing calming her but also making her green with envy. One would think in the years of surviving and living in this village that they would be as restless as her, not that she was restless for the same reasons.

 

But now Rivka had something to rest her thoughts on. The countless attacks against her home, the village and its people. Fomorians were ruthless killers, beasts with the cunning of a human being and the ruthlessness without the humanity.

 

She had survived for this long, but only because she had not seen a single attack.

 

Not yet anyways.

 

Ginseng had been peaceful the first few years of her lift, but the seafaring beasts are always lurking. At this point in their lives, children of her age had been taught about it in their makeshift schools at the church and were warned to be careful. 

 

The darkness in the room was a lot scarier now, akin to having been told a ghost story and dwelling on whether that could happen to her. Rivka reassured herself that she was safe.

I am safe. Mamma and Dah are just below my loft, they would do anything to protect me. 

 

That wouldn't stop the creatures though.

 

Relentless.

 

Why do they attack us? She thought, why is it that we must be slaughtered?

 

Power.

 

The creatures fed their gifts of destruction with emotion, the strongest being pain and fear. Rivka liked to play with the idea that She could fight them off with her own little powers of emotion but how can she control what she felt when she could be standing face to face with a blood-thirsty beast.

 

After feeding off pain they go for the physical nourishment, sucking the vitality out of living things, all their blood, fluids, slaughtering them. It had to be something alive though, something fresh. 

 

She ducked her head under her blankets, terrified like any other young girl might be.

 

With a jolt, she heard a tink at her window. Cowering under the blanket, she courageously peeped out the window to see what foul beast had come to suck out all her innards.

 

Ivan.

 

She could rest easier now.

 

He slipped into her room quietly, if her parents knew he was there he would be in extreme trouble. They silently watched each other.

 

"Why?" She questioned softly.

 

"I was lonely." 

 

She invited him under the covers and they just laid there. He turned over and looked at her in the eyes, his glowed unnaturally in the darkness. Ivan pursed his lips.

 

After a few moments he spoke, "can I tell you something?" 

 

She nodded.

 

"I'm going to marry you."

 

Holding her mouth closed with her own hand, she sucked in a chuckle. Rivka quickly stopped when she noticed Ivan looking serious. 

 

"I'm serious, I love you..." He looked upset.

 

"You're gross!" She whisper-yelled.

 

“I will always love you.”

 

Ivan huffed and chuckled at her. How could a seven-year old and a ten-year old fall in love. Kissing was gross, love was gross.

 

Rivka thought of all the times she had to stay with a servant friend of Mrs. Cleaver’s at the castle because her parents needed time alone. The only good thing that came out of it was that she got to spend a little extra time with Ivan.

 

Love was terrible. 

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