DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

GWEN, held her breath for a brief moment when she observed the magical flowers that were blooming in the distance flowing in the air. All different colors could be seen pink, blue, even purple. Suddenly she was pushed forward to a small area near the bushes. "Gwen, want some?" Her eyes fell upon, Squirrel. A little blonde green eyed boy, she managed to make friends during her youthful years. She clicked her tongue releasing some air, she knew very well that it was a stolen item. "How many times? Haven't, I told you not to steal?"

Squirrel simply shrugged his shoulders turning to the side taking a sip. He is simply a child without no care; just trying to survive. As she stared at Squirrel sipping the drink, closing his eyes looking plainly disgusted, she let out a chuckle at Squirrel's response to the drink. She couldn't help herself to remember her struggles when she was a child. How Boro and her would try to survive without food and items for countless weeks and months. Squirrel turns to look at her cheekily smiling, when he launched himself forward running towards someone.

"Where are you going?"

Squirrel stopped, turning back. "It's Nimue. She is over there." She pushed herself running forward to catch up with him. Nimue walked through the main entrance alongside her white horse. Squirrel runs up to her, showing his bottle. "Want some?" Gwen immediately runs up to them.

"Squirrel, where did you get that?" Nimue immediately gasped sight of it.

"He has been roaming around the village like a snake," said Gwen, she turned her attention to him. Their eyes met his own green eyes against her bright blue. Squirrel just shrugged his shoulders. "Found it," he responded towards Nimue flickering his eyes between both girls. He decides to take another sip, closing his eyes once again in plain disgust. Nimue raised her eyebrow in shock mode but soon replaced it with a slight smirk.

"Bit of strong," said Squirrel squinting his eyes. He cheekily smiled upon the girls. "But not bad." Gwen immediately let out a small laugh at his response. All three were enjoying the moment when a villager passes by mumbling witch towards Nimue. As soon as she heard that word, she became somebody else. Gwen felt anger boiling inside her but knew making a scene, won't solve anything. She held onto her fist tightened refusing to let the other side of her appeared. "Piss off, you old wag," she spoke loudly and clearly for the woman to heard who rolls her eyes at her response. "Yeah, you tell her, Gwen." Squirrel then proceeded to yell.