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

"TO PASS IN THE TWI-" Squirrel blurted some words escaping from his lips. He had thought it was a rescued, it wasn't. She had a feeling they were being followed, she should have just listened to herself, they wouldn't be in this mess. Squirrel had jumped out and looked shockingly, surprised and frozen staring ahead. His eyes were stick and narrow. She widened her eyes in disbelief. "No!" She yelled out only to see Squirrel staring at something or someone. "Gwen," he managed to speak, shaking. Immediately, Gwen ran up to him pushing him behind her, she step forward turning her back facing upon a very tall man, wearing a black cloak, it looked like he had been tracking them from a long distance. He was holding her blue blanket, she touched her waist looking for it, it wasn't there. All this time, they were being followed. Slowly, the man came closer, she could see under his black cloak, it was a regular person but his eyes, it looked like he had been weeping. On the contrary, this man looked like a monk. What's a monk doing in an area like this?

The monk started getting closer, she stepped back pushing Squirrel right behind her. "Don't come any closer," she warned, threateningly. Immediately, before anything could happen, he ran towards her making her trip onto the ground. She closed her eyes groggily, pain blasting within her body.

"Gwen!" Squirrel immediately shouted. She struggled to maintain her balance only to finally stand up straight. The monk held Squirrel into the side of a stone covered with moss. The monk turned to look at her, she could sense darkness within him but with confusion and pain.

"I will ask you the questions. And if you lie to me, then this one will pay the price." She touched her head trying to regain consciousness, she must have hit her head.

Slowly, she was coming back. "You're mad."

The monk pushed the Squirrel harder onto the tree, causing him to yelp in pain. "Stop! Stop! Stop, it!" She bit her lip, begging. "Don't hurt him, I beg of you. Don't you have a heart?" She questioned him only for his eyes to meet her in deep sorrow and vulgarity, it made her wince when he grabbed onto her hand pulling her against the tree right beside Squirrel.

"Perhaps, you know a lot more." He commented. Who the hell is he? Has she heard of him?

He held her onto the tree, pushing her beside Squirrel, pushing against her shoulder roughly. The pressure began to come unbearable, his palm beginning digging onto her right shoulder. "How many of your kind escaped?" Her eyes fell weary, she began to think. She wasn't exactly considered a Fey. "I don't know," she answered, panicking, at a fast pace. He then began to tighten Squirrel into the woods.
"I don't know. I don't know. She is telling the truth."