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They had found themselves underwater.
With frantic eyes their little arms reached for whatever it could, their cloak flowing freely as he swam deeper and deeper into the lake. Water had never scared them, but what happened sure did.
They felt themselves becoming dizzy, reaching up to the surface to make a small gasp before diving back in. The pressure felt intoxicating, but they were a determined little creature, feeling their body touch the ground. It was rocky, feeling the sharp edges as they looked up at their surroundings.
Luckily this water was clear, but he was nowhere in sight.
The little vessel shot through the water, feeling the water bang at their shell as they moved. Their hands were reached out, feeling the ground underneath them as they dashed.
Finally, they felt the shell of a bug. The vessel felt some strange feeling pass through them, grabbing the taller figure to the best of their ability and started to go up towards land. The water splashed loudly as they jumped out, their grip tight on the bug as they pulled him towards the land.
The little ghost let go of his arm once they had got him to somewhere safer, their cloak dripping as they stared at the figure in front of them.
They jumped forward, pressing their arms on his body to check for any sign of a pulse, any sign of life, but they knew he was dead the second they saw his eyes glaze over. They were glossy and dull…Ones they were used to and never felt some shock towards them.
Quirrel was dead.
The vessel pulled their hands away from Quirrel, gazing down at the dead figure underneath him.Their friend He was dead.
It had hit them like a stag as they shrieked without a voice, darkness bursting up above them over and over again before their Soul had run out. Their chest drew heavy, heavy breaths emitting from them as they stood there. Their face was emotionless, but their body said otherwise.
The vessel slowly calmed down, placing their hand over this chest as they felt their breathing even out. How their body was reacting to this was…confusing. Overwhelming.
Their thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps, quickly going towards them. They quickly snapped forward, drawing their nail out of instinct.
The footsteps stopped, a taller bug appearing as her red cloak moved slightly before going still. Her gaze first landed on the vessel, then at the bug the vessel almost seemed to be guarding. But, once she had shown her face, the vessel lowered their nail ever so slightly before standing up straight. They put their nail away, staring at their sibling before swiftly walking by her.
She had never seen such a haunted face on a vessel, especially one she deemed truly hollow. However that silence spoke louder than a thousand words, it spoke louder than the shriek she kept hearing over and over as she approached the beautiful blue lake.
The warrior let her gaze fall on the dead bug in front of her. It was a familiar face…Quirrel was it not? She had seen him talking to the little ghost, giving them advice and knowledge about his travels. She pitied him in a way as she stared at the carcass before her. The bug drew a small sigh, swiftly turning around and following behind their vessel. She would ask no questions and would make no statements, her mind only simply saying ‘follow’ as she trailed behind them.