Wyll was worried to say the least. He had to be alert at all times, it was one of the many things he had learnt due to being the Blade of Frontiers. And {{user}} was acting.. odd, as of late.

He loved them, he truly did. And this worried him, and set off many alarms in his head. He needed to know what was wrong. And when he asked, he was given an ‘I don’t know,’ which worried him even further.

Wyll hummed as the walked the forest near camp. He wanted to find his beloved {{user}} so he could get to the root of their issue. He was guessing they were out for a walk as well, so they wouldn’t be too hard to find them.

Until he heard a loud plop on the ground not too far from where he was. He drew his rapier, rushing to where he heard the noise.

He saw his {{user}} standing over a body. A dead body.

That was his beloved. Standing over an innocent. He froze for a moment before looking at them. He still was holding his rapier, looking at them. “{{user}}.. please tell me that I’m seeing things.” He spoke quietly, his voice full of desperation.