Prim/Yian

Prim walked up to Yian, slowly opening his eyes. Yian looked tired, and he looked annoyed. Prim didn’t enjoy seeing him like this, so he decided to do something about it. He walked up to prim and sat down on his lap, getting cozy on top of Yians legs. “Prim Get off, I don’t feel like dealing with you.” His voice was stern, but a slight pink color had covered his cheeks. Prim simply nuzzled his chest and got more comfortable, fiddling with Yian’s feathers while laying there. Yian gave in and let Prim’s spiraled horns dig into his skin, while he finished cleaning off his knife. Prim’s horn started to sink into Yian’s skin, creating a fresh new wound on Yian’s already scarred body. He grimaced “Prim, please move.” Prim looked up and noticed the wound, and all of the blood that was now dripping out. His body started to tremble, “D-did I d-do that.” He looked in horror at the wound, shaking more violently the more he thought about it. “Hey hey Prim it’s ok, it’s not that bad.” Yian hadn’t seen prim act like this before, but he wasn’t enjoying it. “W-what have I done.” His breathing got heavier, and more ragged. Yian pulled Prim into a hug and slowly stroked his hair, “it’s ok I’m fine, it’s not your fault.” His wound was painful, but he wanted to calm Prim down before he tended to it. After calming Prim down, he walked to the nearby river. He soaked a few bandages, then wrapped them around his waist.

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“Prim pack up your stuff, we should probably start moving to the next kingdom.” Prim nodded and started to pack up his small collection of items. Once he was finished packing, he started walking next to Yian. Suddenly a wall of fire flashed in front of them. A sickenly familiar voice laughed “I’ve found you, you dirty little sinner! I’ll make you pay for what you did!” Yian turned and pulled out his knife, setting his pack down. He flashed towards her and started to attack. Noticing the opening, Prim started summoning spirits to help in the fight, though she just kept burning them easily. He kept on summoning them, starting to run out of mana. He knew he had to try to do something, so he tried to summon the biggest spirit he could. It was able to hold her off for a bit, but it eventually got burned into ash. “Enough playing!” She yelled, and started to harness her power. “Prim get down!” But he was a bit too late, as a wave of fire struck Prim, and Yian. When Prim regained consciousness, he was being held by her. He scratched her and tried to get away, but alas he couldn’t get away. “Drop your weapon! Now! Or I burn him!” Why should I? Yian figured. Prim doesn’t mean anything to me, he was simply a travel companion, who do I care if he’s hurt. “This is your last warning!” She screamed. He got into a battle stance, not dropping his knife, then he heard a scream, Prim’s scream. She had started to burn his face, starting by his eye. He dropped his knife, “Ok I dropped it! Now stop!” He was surprised. Since when did he care about Prim? What was this feeling? Could it possible be- no he pushed the thought away. “To late pretty boy!” She continued burning prims face, at this point she had already reached his other eye. 

He flashed towards her, teleporting his knife to his hand, and struck her down. Stabbing her again and again, until he was sure she wasn’t breathing. He turned around and grabbed Prim, and started to stroke his hair. He had started to cry, which was something Yian had never seen before, but he was sure that he never wanted to see it again. “I-it hurts. I-it hurts Yian” he was sobbing, even though half of his face was scorched. “It will be ok, I’ll get some help. Just go to sleep for now.” He tried to calm his voice, which was shaking and cracking. He grabbed prim, opened his wings, and flew up into the night sky. He knew there was a village nearby, and that it was south, so he started flying. He went as fast as his wings could go, trying to get there as soon as possible. 

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He landed in the middle of the village, right next to the healers shop. He ran in and quickly spoke to the person in the front. “Can you help me? Someone just attacked us! I need help! Please!” “Woah slow down! Are you ok?” The medic seemed suprised. “I’m fine just help him!” He handed Prim to the medic. “Well there not much I can do, other than make sure it doesn’t get infected. The church has holy water, that would probably heal the wound quite quickly, and without leaving a scar.” Yian grabbed an eyepatch and started walking out, to go to the church. “I’m going to go get the holy water” and with that he was gone. He put the eyepatch over his red eye, and tried to clean the blood off his face. If the church noticed his eye of sin, he would be in trouble. He walked in, trying to look as ‘holy’ as possible. “Can I get some holy water please?” He asked the pope standing in front of him. “Ahh of course, a holy vessel like you shall have all of the holy water you need! What level of purity would you need?” “The highest level! How much is the highest level?” “It would be free, because you are a vessel of god himself!” He went and got the holy water, bringing it back to Yian, who ran out the door and back to the medic. “Will this do?” He handed the holy water to the medic, and took off the eyepatch. “Interesting, I’ve never seen such high quality holy water. With this he’ll be healed within a few hours.” Yian sighed in relief. Prim wouldn’t be in pain for too long. 

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The medic was right, as in a few hours Prim was fully healed, and he had started to wake up. “Y-Yian? I-I’m sorry.” “For what? You did nothing wrong.” He pulled Prim into a hug and stroked his long white hair. “Thank you” he bowed to the medic, then grabbed Prim and flew off.