You nodded a bit and began to follow them into the forest, walking for sometime until your feet began to ache unlike any pain you've felt before, and your body ached like you strained every muscle in it. You slowed until you sat on a large rock, and Azara moved to you, looking worried, and gently picked you up bridal style
"Don't worry, y/n, I'll just take you to where we decided camp should be for the night." He says, taking you to a giant fallen log, setting you down beside it. He then went and searched for fire wood, leaving Dimmeor to guard you, and then when he returned, Azara built the fire and Dimmeor lit the fire. How? Well, Dimmeor's hands began to glow a brilliant orange, and a beautiful orange smoke began to swirl from his finger tips make it's way to the wood, just barely brushing against it, then immediately lighting the wood on fire.
Once done, the three of you went to sleep for the night, you sleeping between the two men, not touching though.
➡️ Level two.
YOU ARE READING
Who am I? (choose your own adventure!)
General Fictionthis is a story where you choose your own reaction to things, and see where things take you!!! This is a complete 'level' like in a game, as in each interactions will either end in your death, or work you to the next level through more interactions...
