Chapter Text
“Cer!!!!!!”
Tommy shrieked, bolting through the fields.
Scarlaidgh, if that even was his name, had flown after Philza, leaving Tommy frozen in confusion and fear.
The man had just burst into the sky with a pair of red feathered wings, redder than blood, hidden previously under his coat. And had bolted after the rapidly disappearing speck of black and green that was Philza, laughing as he tore through the air towards his fleeing quarry.
The scream that Phil had made…
Tommy could still feel it in his bones.
Sending his blood cold with fear and…and a horrific sense of guilt that he had just royally fucked up.
Phil had never screamed like that before, Phil had never looked so fearful, so horrified at what he was seeing.
Tommy knew he’d fucked up, he’d fucked up badly.
He didn’t know what Scarlaidgh wanted, what his past was with Philza, but he knew it was nothing good.
“Cer!!!!!” he screamed again, leaping over the main fence at the edge of the field, stumbling as he slipped on the beginnings of cobble that lined the road into the village.
Already, he could see familiar faces poking out of windows, glancing up from work at the sight of the teen sprinting into view.
“Tommy what’s-”
He bolted past Sam, stumbling into the main square of the village before his feet finally gave out beneath him and he tumbled to the ground.
For a long moment he was stunned, gasping for breath as his mind whirled in confusion and panic. He could barely hear the muffled voices of Sam and Padraigh as they knelt beside him, carefully trying to pull him back to his feet.
“Wha-”
“You ok-”
“Tom-”
“Can you-”
“Tommy?”
“Hey hey breathe you’re ok-”
Tommy coughed as he felt a bit of water trickle into his mouth, cooling his throat that had already gone dry from running. And shrieking…
As if he had snapped back into his own skin, he lunged for the cup and guzzled it down, choking slightly as he hurried to bring his voice back, before frantically glancing around.
“Where’s Caera?!” his eyes scanned the small crowd that formed around him.
He knew Sam was holding him, propped up against the masked guard’s shoulder as Padraigh retrieved the cup from Tommy’s hand.
He could recognise that Ponk and Bad had arrived, the town medic already fiddling with herbs and a small bandage as he inspected the scraped knees of the panicked lad.
And somewhere at the edge of his vision he could see other villagers having stopped to check on him, and yet…
“Where’s Caera?!” Tommy realised he couldn’t see the older lad anywhere.
That wasn’t an immediate cause for concern, normally, but with Scarlaidgh knowing Phil…
Something was wrong.
“Tommy what’s wrong?” Bad asked
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And that's the last bit of the story I wrote before realising I was already re-working it into Eun Dubh Athair. Also yes, I know, I wrote Sgarlaidh as Scarlaidgh cause ya boi done forgot how to write overcomplicated names that he decided would be great for characters lol.
Thank you for reading! Sorry to have to cut this story short and thank you for your patience.
I hope yall have a great day.
- Leif