Nerissa had been in hiding out in the forest just on the outskirts of a city that looked like it was run down and on the verge of self-destruction. She had gone into the town once to find some kind of food but learned quickly they were unwelcoming of her as the people chased her from the town claiming she was a witch. So, she stayed there watching from the outside only sneaking in the town at the cover of night stealing a few things to eat. She was lost, she had just lost everything due to her own selfish needs and she knew she could never make up for what she did.
She was hoping in the new land she could learn to move on or even find a way to break the curse that flowed in her bloods. That day she had watched a group ride into town claiming they wanted to help the town from going broke under the king’s rule. She watched as the blonde-haired male who was clearly the leader went around talking to the people of the town. Night fell and all of them had found their place at the small tavern that was the only business that had seem to do well in the town.
Nerissa found herself perched high in a tree to keep her hidden as she closed her eyes to try and get some form of sleep, but it didn’t happen, sleep evaded her much like it did every night. So, she watched the towns people gathered in a mob in the center of the town. It caused her to raise up on the branch and follow them on the edge of the tree line jumping form tree to tree and then landing to the ground as they split form the trees to the house up on the hill. She moved into the small crowd that followed the screaming mob.
She watched in horror as the humans through torches on the house screaming that they were witches. She knew she need to do something to stop this senseless murder of the woman that lived in the house on the hill. She raised her hand to the sky ready to have a heavy storm unleash when she saw the blonde man from earlier rush passed her through the crowd and into the home. She watched as he and two of the men he came with cleared the home, the last scream coming from deep in the home.
She lowered her hand as she was trying not to reveal herself to the humans more then she already had. Her hand slipped into her pocket around the seed that rested in it as she watched the door way closely. She heard the snapping on the rosters in the roof of the home, and watched as the last woman was pushed out with force and her eyes widen catching sight of the beam as it came down on the man, no one was moving to help him.
It felt as if hours had passed but she was sure it was only a few moments. She couldn’t stand by and watch this any longer, she pushed aside the people of the crowd and through the door way as she looked around. She threw her hands up in the air as water flooded over the beam and him. She was sure smoke had filled his lungs at that point. She had to act quickly or she wouldn’t be able to save him.
She pressed her hands to the ground and caused the ground below him to break up and press the beam off him as she took hold of his hands and with the strength she could muster she managed to drag him free from the burning house. She looked down to him pressing her fingers to his neck to find a pulse, pressing her other hand to the back of his neck where she found blood pouring out of him. The beam must have landed on him just right to kill him. She moved her bloody hands to his cheek and turned his face towards her.
She had learned to use the kiss of life once before on her old friend back in Redwoods and it had worked but she wasn’t sure if she could do it any more. She took hold of the seed in one of her hands as the other pulled his mouth slightly open. She leaned down and pressed her lips to him as she breathed life into him, part of herself into him so that he may live again. She wasn’t sure why she need to save him but an overwhelming need to save him had washed over her. She kept her lips pressed to his until she felt pressure pushing back and she pulled back looking down to him as he coughed out. “Welcome back.” She said lowly.
“WITCH!” was cried again and she looked behind her as the crowd came towards.
“I hate to kiss and run.” She said to the man as she rose to her feet and jumped over him as she ran off back into the woods her cloak flowing after her.