Muddy water filled his mouth and he came awake, choking and spitting. He tried to see where he was, but he could only open one eye. The other was swollen shut.
Light rain pattered on his back, as he struggled to his feet. He was in the woods, somewhere, and it looked to be morning. Was I laying unconscious on the ground all night, out in the open? he thought. It was a miracle that he was still alive; that none of the night creatures had come upon him.
A sharp pain stabbed into his side and he staggered, dropping to his knees. He had cracked a rib, from the feel of it. Pain. Every inch of his body throbbed, the worst of it being on his face. He gingerly touched his nose and winced. It was broken, most likely.
He welcomed the pain. It distracted him from the darker pain. The darkness of his memories. Sera had forced him to remember, damn her! He didn't want to! Angrily, he forced himself to his feet and began to walk. With each step, pain stabbed into his side, and he could feel a crunching in his sinuses. It was agony to move, but he welcomed it. As long as he concentrated on the pain, he didn't have to listen to the voice in his head. The voice... of her.
He could hear her laughing at him, taunting him. Failure! Fallen! You were not strong enough to resist me! You will bring death to all those around you!
He had encountered her back in his old land, true, but who was to say that she hadn't followed him here, arrived through the mists as he had? Even now, she could be out there, somewhere, stalking him.
By instinct, he made his way to the Outskirts. Several people glanced at his battered face and the blood dried on the front of his shirt, but no one said anything. After all, an injured person making his way to the Temple, was nothing remarkable. He stopped at the temple entrance, where he could find healing and the pain would diminish. But that was something he deserved?
He thought of the last words he had spoken to Sera. If you're going to hit me, then draw your weapon and do it properly and end my wretched existence! The cry of his heart. He could not bear it anymore. He had committed the ultimate blasphemy, for he had offered his life blood to Sera. Worse, he had lost hope. He was a stain on the church and he had to end it now.
He turned away from the church and headed for the woods. His hand fell upon his hunting knife, the blade honed and razor sharp. Yes, that would do. One swift cut across his jugular, and he wouldn't have to think anymore. They might find him but assume he had been killed by a monster, or assassin. He smiled, for he had found a way out, a way where they couldn't get at him anymore. He quickened his pace.
"Mr Gert?"
He looked over into a pair of soft emerald eyes, that were wide with concern. Alyntha gently touched his cheek and he winced.
"You're hurt. Here, let me get you fixed up." She took his hand and led him to the stream and began to examine him critically. "You don't seem to be cut anywhere."
"The blood is from my nose. Sera Patton and I had a bit of a... disagreement."
She wrinkled her nose. "That doesn't seem very nice. Here, let's get you better."
As she cleaned up his wounds, he felt several emotions stirring within. Shame. She had been through a much more horrifying ordeal than him. And hers had gone on for all of her early life. She bore the scars, both physical and mental of her time of slavery. And yet she still found it within herself to care for others, and to find joy in life.
And there were other feelings as well. As he watched her, he saw her eyes, her hair, her body and felt... desire. No, more than that. He wanted to feel more of her touch and bring an end to her pain as she was healing his own. It was more than the simple desire of a man for a woman, it was...
Gods no. He couldn't go down that path again. His soul still carried the scars of the loss of Olivia. Alyntha was young and innocent, and he couldn't drag her into the dark pit that was his life. She deserved more than that.
But his traitor heart would not be denied. He felt her touch, and the darkness lifted. She hugged him, and shafts of sunlight broke through the dark clouds of his mind. "I don't like to see you in pain, Mr Gert. You get healed up at the temple, all right?"
All right, so you love her, he thought. Just keep quiet about it and it will go away. She deserves someone who can make her happy, not bring her sorrow.
He returned her hug, tightly, despite the sharp pain in his side. He turned and limped towards the outskirts temple. His face was still in agony, but he would heal. And he would live for another day. Because he... he wanted to be with her again.
Two days later....
She was sitting, staring into the fireplace, tears streaming down her face, and his heart ached for her. Morticia had cut her with her words, and she had run into the basement.
"Alyntha?"
She looked up at him, eyes red. "I don't know what to do anymore! I try and try to understand, but people... like her call me fool and idiot. Maybe they're right."
"Alyntha come here."
She scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She sobbed quietly on his shoulder. He desperately searched his mind for a way to make her feel better, then he remember the rose.
Earlier, someone had been selling them in front of the Inn. On impulse he had bought one, without knowing why he had. Now, he reached into his pack and fished it out. "I have something for you." Awkwardly, he placed it in her hands. She breathed in the scent and smiled at him. "It smells lovely."
"There is a lot of ugliness in this world, Aly. But things like that flower remind us that there is beauty too, if we only think to look for it."
She nodded, then cocked her head at him quizzically. "What is it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes, when you look at me, it's... different. I don't know why. Tell me."
"Er... " Shut up! Shut Up! Shut up! his mind screamed at him. Don't tell her. She can't know about it, it will only destroy her! She can't love you!
A long silence. She touched his hand. "If it's a secret, I'm very good at keeping secrets."
She was barely six inches from his face. Torn, he drew closer to her, but then pulled away. No! "It's ummm. well, difficult for me..."
She nodded. "All right, if you don't want to tell me." Her face fell and she turned back towards the dancing flames.
He could not take it anymore. He had to tell her. "Aly... my secret is..."
"Yes?" She turned back to him.
"I..." He could not get the words out. Impulsively, he moved close to her, hesitated, then pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, but she did not pull away. He closed his eyes and savored the soft touch of her, then drew away.
She was looking at him, with a look of surprise. Her hand reached up and touched her lips. Despair filled his heart, for he had given it away. He had lost the one anchor for his sanity. He might as well tell her everything.
"The secret is, that I have those... love feelings for you. Not the friendship kind but the... What did you call them? Butterfly feelings?"
She nodded slowly then looked down, running a hand across her stomach. "Butterflies. I've got them too."
"You do?"
She nodded again. "A feeling like small butterflies dancing around inside of me." She moved towards him and wrapped her arms around him. "You put them there."
"I did?" He was too stunned to speak more than that. She smiled and moved her face up to his.
"Yes you did. It's like being afraid, but I know I'm not afraid of you. I like this feeling."
He kissed her again, and this time she responded. For the first time in his life, he was... loved.