[EVENT] Something Evil this way Comes

[Pan]

So much was happening.  As he stood attempting to help, more and more of the Dawn Court’s citizens began arriving.  They stumbled on the scene with much more grace than the boy had, no doubt better equipped to handle a travesty (if for no other reason than that they were able to reason through their responses and keep emotions in check).  As they jumped in with solutions, Pan began to feel more and more inadequate to help.  What could he offer them, beyond a couple of flowers, encouragement, and a smile?  In this moment of realization, the boy has never felt smaller.

Saying nothing, Pan pulled himself away from the others, inching toward Messalina and bending to wrap her wounded leg.  For all that the boy seems inexperienced by the look of him, there is a surprisingly gentle and deft touch as he binds the wound, suggesting that in his past Pan had gone through some formal training as a healer.  Indeed, it had been the woman of the swamp who had taught him about the herbs of Novus – who had given him the book which even now weighed down his satchel.  Though he couldn’t remember her name, or the quest that he’d embarked on with Florentine so many years ago, the teachings had stuck with him.

He offers the pale mare a waning smile as hopelessness washes over him, creeping backward into the tree line as the others step up to carry the conversation.  Surely, the boy would not be missed here, as he decided there was little more he could give to the people of Dawn Court.  They needed time to grieve, and he needed time to make sense of the chaos which unfolded before them.  A feeling of fear squeezes his heart, making it hard to breathe… but he had to get away, from the bodies and the scent of death that stung his nostrils.

There is a hospital, deep in Terrestella… if you need help, there are medicines much stronger than mine.  His voice is a whisper meant for the wounded mare alone, before he turns with one last look at Somnus – at the place which he’d once called home… but now, the taint of death had ruined even that for the boy.

And Pan turns, running far from this place – running far from the horrors he’d seen.

Pan

the vagabond adventurer

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