Silas awoke in the forest, next to the sleeping feral woman. As usual, he woke early in the morning. He assumed the woman would sleep far longer due to the... Rapid advancement of her brain.
He feared he may have created the tool that would kill him, unless he became much, much stronger.
Placing his hand on a rather ginormous tree, spanning many tens of meters into the sky, the tree was quickly broken down into an ambiguous biomass, which was then rearranged into a steed. A black horse that looked rather beast like, with a ragged look and large talons dressing it's mouth.
Silas picked up the woman, and threw her over the horse, before getting atop the horse himself. Silas tapped the horse, and off it went into the distance. It's galloping loud and fast as it elegantly dodged tree after tree, stomping and crushing the life beneath its hooves. They escaped into those same golden fields and silver skies, and even the smell and texture of the air itself changed.
He kept a hand on the woman's head to make sure she didn't fall off the powerful horse. The horse made its way onto the stone roads, the sound of its gallop changing. No city or town was in sight, or even on the horizon.
Silas sighed. How much longer would this trip take, he wondered? No matter, it meant he could probably get some more sleep...
Silas dozed off...
Vision getting blurry...
Dreams showing...
CRAAAAAAAASH.
And then the horse crashed into a building, waking up Silas, while the woman kept sleeping like a BRICK. Silas flew off the horse, the woman broke through the wall of a wooden house, and the horse turned into bits and pieces of flesh and biomatter.
Silas got up in panic and worry. Where the hell were they? For how long did he sleep atop the horse? Luckily, the horse crashed into an uninhabited shack, as evidenced by the decrepit state of the building when he looked closer at the walls inside. Picking up the woman, he threw her over his shoulder, noticing he could carry her surprisingly easily.
He then exited the shack through the destroyed wall. It was evening. No way they travelled that long, and no way he slept that long.
However, they were in quite a lively town, actually? Surprisingly, the shack was a good distance away from the bustling and active streets, so they didn't catch any unwanted attention. They would need to find some place to eat, or well, he would.
Then he realised that walking around with some woman cast over your shoulder would in fact, attract unwanted attention. So, he... Well, he didn't know what to do with her, actually. You know what, whatever happens, happens! He took a step out, and strutted through a street of people, looking for some place to have some food.
He found a fancy little bar, so, he got right in. He felt the pressure of many eyes pressing up against his back, but he persevered. Getting inside, the bar was lively, with people getting started with drinking their hearts away. Silas placed the woman on a chair, her head immediately falling onto the counter with a loud thud. Nobody seemed to notice however, as the noises of the bar seemed to drown it out. Silas chose to ignore it, too.
The barman soon approached Silas, and requested if he'd like something.
"What would you like to have this evening?"
"I'll have some... You lot do wine, yes? The house wine, please. And something light and simple that could fill my stomach. Same thing for the lady next to me as well, please."
The barman nodded, and went to tinker in the kitchen, getting the food ready. Silas thought of what to do next. He had to get stronger to actually fulfill his goals. Before long, the barman was back with both of their orders. A large bottle of wine to share between the two, and some strange conglomeration of food...
Silas looked at the monolith before him. Rather sizeable for something considered to be its own seperate entity. It was just large enough to not be trapped between Silas' fingers when he grasped it with both hands.
"What is this? I haven't seen something like this before. It looks quite... Appetising."
"Tis a burger, sir. Made of two pieces of bread, with meats, seasonings, sauces and vegetables all squished into one entity! Additionally, some add their own things into the mixture, but this is the most known combination. Shall I wrap up the lady's burger for later? She doesn't seem very... Awake, at the moment."
"Indeed, you may. I appreciate it."
"Tis not a problem."
Silas' teeth dug into the burger before him. His lips and tongue wrapping up the ingredients that came into his mouth. The mixture wasn't like anything he had before. It was sweet, sour and savoury. The meat seemed to be that of a cow, and it was incredibly juicy, with the juices of the vegetables flowing into the patty, as well as the various sauces the barman had put into the burger.
Silas shed a tear, as he reached for the bottle of wine, putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips, it's flavour overtaking and cleansing his mouth of the previously present flavour of the burger.
Before he could bite into the magnificent piece of culinary technology again, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was face to face with one of the patrons, who held up a leaflet, stating— SILAS WULFGAR, WANTED FOR ... And it listed a series of crimes he had committed in the past.
"That is not me."
"I don't know man, you seem pretty damn similar to the devil in this poster, and I'll take any shot at money I GOT!"
The man shot out a strike at Silas' face, but Silas ducked his head, as sweat formed on his face. What was he doing?
Ah.
Yes.
Stuffing his mouth full of the burger.
His eyes slightly bulged as he gorged himself on the damn thing.
However, before long, his leg shot up and kicked the patron in the jaws, knocking him out. Straightening himself out on his chair, he grabbed the bottle of wine again, and took a few gulps before someone threw a whole chair at him.
As you may have guessed, it devolved into a nasty bar fight. Everyone fought everyone regardless of money. They did it for the love of the goddamn game. Naturally, any advances towards hurting Silas or the feral woman he took with him ended in failure, as they were much below Silas' level of combat. At the end, the local enforcement's were called, and Silas was taken by them, as he had allegedly initiated the bar fight, AND he was wanted. The lady with him was taken as well, as well as her food.
No, they did not pay.
Silas woke up in his cell, he was knocked out from the amount of liquor he ended up ingesting during the bar fight. To his surprise, he noticed that he had been severely damaged during his unconscious state. His arms had been mutilated beyond belief.
"We know how you sorcerers do your work, alright? Without your hands, you're nothing. Silas Wulfgar."
"Do not call me a Wulfgar."
Silas grumbled, now realizing he was done for. Surely, the Wulfgar clan would send someone to take him and carry him to an execution site.
"You are here for many crimes, such as patricide, matricide, fratricide... Well, most forms of killings, all sorts of petty crimes, and now, the initiation of conflict, as well as... The kidnapping of a woman."
"I did not kidnap that woman."
"I have something else to say about that."
A light, feminine voice spoke up, sounding mature and even strong in a way.
"This man kidnapped me after killing my entire family."
"Would you look at that."
"Oh, damn it."
He looked out of his cell, looking at the woman he carried with him, eating on that burger from before.
"This is all just one big misunderstanding..."
Silas said, as his arms slowly started to regrow. Then, he suddenly felt a huge arrow lodge itself into his chest, piercing right through his sternum. He fell down to the ground and writhed in agony.
"Focus on healing that, dog boy."
The arrow had narrowly grazed his heart, still leaving a wound on it, which, obviously, he would prioritise healing. He shuffled on the ground, turning his back to the guard who shot the arrow into his chest, a pool of blood forming under him, making him wet and red with blood. He would quietly heal his wounds, and then he'd heal his arms back and kill them all.
There, his chest was all healed up, but the arrow was still inside... No matter, he'd just—
Yet another large arrow was shot. This time, at his back, piercing one of his lungs this time. He writhed and gasped. His mouth shot open as he panted and tried to breathe as much as he could. He had experienced worse pain before, but this was just... Horrid. Then another arrow, his other lung.
They'd just keep him barely alive until the Wulfgar sharks came to pick him up. Might as well give up now.
He used to be so ambitious. Maybe he could still escape, with difficulty? No, no he couldn't. There was the girl who could easily tear him to shreds, especially in this weakened state of his.
"Can I try that funny looking instrument?"
"This revolver?"
"Revolver? What does it do?"
"Well, it shoots out a metal pellet with immense strength! It's almost like a stronger arrow. I don't like them, though. Reloading them takes a while, and I like the mechanic use of a bow and—"
"Okay. Can I use it on that dude?"
"Just don't kill him."
"Oh, but of course!"
She sounded so happy. Maybe it was right for him to die right there. He took her entire family. Silas struggled for breath. To live.
And so he writhed there, healing wounds in futility as he heard the loud noise of metal grinding against metal, something spinning and clicking, before...
"Juuust aim this little thing at him and pull that metal trigger."
"Alrightyyy. Thank you."
Then, a loud, resounding BANG took place. But Silas felt no additional pain. He looked back, noticing that the guard was dead on the floor, with other guards behind being dead also. The bullet she fired seemed to bounce off the walls and even redirect itself mid air sometimes. Then it fell onto the ground.
What was this?
"You. Dog boy. Get up."
Silas tried getting up but tripped in his own puddle of blood, the arrows lodged in him also proving to be a trouble. With a loud sigh, the girl pulled apart the bars of his cell, and promptly tore the arrows out of him. She also grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him right back up.
"Can you stand?"
"Yes... I think I can.."
She then shot him in both feet.
"My name is, I don't know WHAT it is. I have memories that aren't mine, and memories that I know are mine. Did you use the memories of an existing person you've killed to put them into my brain as part of whatever the FUCK you're trying to do?"
"How.. how do you know?"
"It's not everyday you wake up with memories of being killed by the guy you nearly tore to shreds yourself. Let alone with his own hands. So that's easy to get behind. And you've basically given me a lick of your powers, you dolt."
Silas really didn't like how fluent she's become in speaking... Or how well the memories and growth had integrated into her.
"So... Are you going to kill me?.."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Sure, you killed those wolves who took care of me, but you carried me all this way without killing me, and even gave me the gift of speech. So heroic and kind of you. Maybe I'll kill your family, to set things straight?"
"What if we do that together..?"