Discovered. ~3~

Roslyn woke up, staring at treetops. She inhaled, smelling the luscious scent of forest. She struggled to move her feet. She felt constricted, looking to realize she was being carried. She attempted to sit up, but winced at a sharp pain in her stomach. "Easy." A soft, close voice whispered. She jumped, looking up to see who was carrying her. A beautiful face, with dark, auburn hair, and bright, glimmering green eyes. He had pale skin, with a scar on his cheek. He was beautiful. "Who are you? What.. What happened?" She whispered, a wave of drowsiness washed through her. "Your safe. I promise." He said gently. "My name is Jordan. You, were attacked." He said. She studied him for a moment, mesmerized by his eyes. The memories of the previous evening went through her head. Flames. Her flames. Creature. Smoke. Blood. Pain. Black.
And his eyes. She still remembered them, pitch black before she blacked out. Now they were green. "Your eyes were black last night." He looked away.
"My pupils get rather large in the dim light." He said, smirking. "And, that.. Guy? With the teeth, and the eyes?" "He won't be bothering you anytime soon." He studied her face, long black curls, pale skin, silver eyes, perfect lips. She was slim, with lovely curves. Something about her, other than being a flicker, she seemed strong, and determined. He liked that. "I made fire from my hands." She said, eyes full of curiosity. "Yes, you did." "I wasn't dreaming?" "No. Your a flicker. You dance with the flames. You summon, create, and control them. That, was a demon. Trying to kill you." Her eyes widened. "Where are we going? What are you?" " somewhere safe, and we can get that looked after." He said, glancing at the long deep gash in her stomach. She winced at the sharp pains it gave. "I-" he began. He never fully explained it to anyone before. "I'll let Walter explain it to you.. He can tell you everything you need to know." There was a moment of silence. Roslyn looked out, to see they were approaching an opening. The pain began to intensify, she couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Can we take a break?" She asked. "Sure, we're almost there. "Look."
He said. She looked across the field, to the left was a lake, and straight forward she said a big manor. He gently set her down against a tree at the edge of the woods. She cried out again. A thin sheet of sweat coated her face. A strange feeling flowed through Jordan. Concern.
Something he wasn't familiar with. But he was, for Roslyn. She was getting sick. He looked at the gash, swollen, covered in dry blood and puss. "Roslyn right?" "Yeah." "Okay. Normally, I would've had you here hours ago, but I didn't want to wake you. You sleep so peacefully. And the motion wouldn't help the wound." He said gently. She continued to stare into the distance. He toucher her forehead, staring into her clouded eyes. "I'm going to get you safe, stay with me okay?" She nodded, eyes watery."Now Roslyn, I can run. Fast. This is going to hurt, but it'll be over soon okay?" "Mhm." She whimpered. He scooped her up, and ran. She let out a scream of agony, as he ran. Jordan had never heard such a noise, he felt a pang of guilt. He had to get there. He had to save her. Desperate. Another feeling he was new to. He ran to the top of the hill, she let out another scream, her eyes rolled back, and she fell unconscious. He burst through the doors. "Walter!" He screamed. He ran to the hospital wing, placing her limp body onto the bed. This part was rarely used, only for injuries, which didn't happened too often. He sped down the hall, nearly knocking Walter off his feet. "Where have you been? Is that blood on your shirt boy?" His faded blue eyes wide. "A girl. She was attacked by a demon. She's a flicker. She's dying." He gasped. Without another word the two rushed into the room, rushing to save Roslyn's life.