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Title: Without names or faces
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: Amy and Raphael struggle to survive outside of Rouen's boundaries.
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When we left Rouen, neither of us gave thought to how we would survive our travels. I was too young to understand such things, and Raphael had no idea how to function outside of the rarefied air of the court.
The first few days, we ignored our hunger and fatigue; our dreams of a better life sustained us. When we could no longer ignore the protests of our own bodies, we foraged in the woods for food - Raphael had some knowledge of botany, which he imparted to me. But we could not subsist on such fare for long.
Salvation came from an unexpected source: from the highwaymen and thieves that sought to rob us of what little we had.
There were three of them, that first encounter - crude fellows with mismatched finery and simple swords that they wielded carelessly. They made no demands; they attacked to kill.
Raphael was not one to die so easily. His ordeals had left him weak, but our assailants had no understanding of the art of swordplay. Raphael was swift, precise, relentless. Within minutes the bandits fell to the ground.
We claimed their stolen gold and left them to die, their blood soaking the earth.
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: Amy and Raphael struggle to survive outside of Rouen's boundaries.
---
When we left Rouen, neither of us gave thought to how we would survive our travels. I was too young to understand such things, and Raphael had no idea how to function outside of the rarefied air of the court.
The first few days, we ignored our hunger and fatigue; our dreams of a better life sustained us. When we could no longer ignore the protests of our own bodies, we foraged in the woods for food - Raphael had some knowledge of botany, which he imparted to me. But we could not subsist on such fare for long.
Salvation came from an unexpected source: from the highwaymen and thieves that sought to rob us of what little we had.
There were three of them, that first encounter - crude fellows with mismatched finery and simple swords that they wielded carelessly. They made no demands; they attacked to kill.
Raphael was not one to die so easily. His ordeals had left him weak, but our assailants had no understanding of the art of swordplay. Raphael was swift, precise, relentless. Within minutes the bandits fell to the ground.
We claimed their stolen gold and left them to die, their blood soaking the earth.
