All Chapters of Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Fyn.  Fyn stood by the cave entrance, Havu around his waist again.It was close to night time and Kavan had disappeared to who knows where once more. Sighing, Fyn crossed his arms as he leaned against the cave, the cool rock seeping through his blouse. The sky had turned dark, and cool air kissed Fyn's cheek. Back when he had been outside the forest by his hut, he would have been getting ready for bed. This time, he just didn't feel comfortable sleeping on his own. For some reason, he couldn't quite explain."I apologize for the master's actions," Havu mentally told Fyn, tightening around his waist. Fyn had gone accustomed to the serpent. If he had known a few days ago that he would find himself with a snake around his waist, tightening on him, without him fearing it all, he would have not believed it. "He is not usually like this. I'm afraid he just isn't hospitable."Fyn shook his head, brushing his hands against Havu's c

Fyn.  Days turned to weeks.Despite that, the village of Gashea offered no new brides.Fyn couldn't help but both be thankful and worried about it. Everything seemed alright and fine, and Fyn couldn't help but think if it was just the calm before a tremendous storm. That was how it usually turned out for him, after all. Over the next few weeks, he had found solace within the community of Næps inside the forest. As much as he could, he would go to where they were and help them.He often taught the little Næps about herbs, how to consume them, and just what would work with them. He taught them about the poisonous ones and the healthy ones. That was how he usually spent his days within the forest."What about this, Fyn?" One of the Næps asked. "What should I do with this?"Fyn grabbed the herb from the Næp and carefully sniffed the colorful herb. The aroma immediately hit him and he smiled

Fyn.  From where he was standing, Fyn could see the village of Gashea.The forest had never allowed him to be this close to the village. He can't help but reminisce about the times wherein he tried to escape. When he tried to go back to the life he was used to living outside the forest. Whenever he would walk or run towards where he was sure the village was located, he would always just find himself back at the foot of Kavan's cave.This time, the village of Gashea was just a few feet away.Without meaning to, tears prick the corner of Fyn's eyes and he couldn't help but let out a relieved breath. Shakily, he moves branches and vines blocking his path, his eyes steady on the village right in front of him. With every step he took, his heart felt more elated."This is real," He whispered to himself, his eyes still on the village. "I'm getting out."Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and ran.Never o

Kavan.Kavan could tell from the moment he opened his eyes that his mortal had left him.He's not quite sure how easily he could tell.It was probably how the scent of the surrounding cave turned differently. With Fyn by his side, the cave he considered his home smelled of lavender and ocean breeze. It could also probably be because the warmth beside him before he had fallen asleep had disappeared. It left him with nothing but cold, barren walls that offered no comfort.And maybe it was about how his cave, who he considered was puny, especially with the size of him and the size of his wings, had turned inexplicably large.And inside that inexplicable, cold, barren, and large cave, Kavan felt lonely.Maybe that was one reason he could tell that his mortal had left. There was no other explanation for the clawing inside of him. The mortal must have been a witch, having him, a powerful being, feeling something that's ak

Kavan.For a moment he sat, waiting, lips pressed together.Kavan couldn't help but wonder if he had heard Fyn correctly.Surely not, because then that would mean that Fyn was a bigger fool than he was. Had he imagined the mortal saying but a few weeks ago that he wanted freedom above everything else? Had he imagined Havu telling him about how Fyn couldn't let a day miss without reminiscing about his old tent back in the village of Gashea? And yet, Fyn's eyes were unwavering, staring straight at him.Brown ones staring at red ones.Fyn was serious. Kavan inhaled sharply. Something in his chest was pounding and he can't help but tighten his arms around Fyn. A breeze gusted along with them, making loose strands of Fyn's hair fly and cover half of his face. Softly, and ever so gently, Kavan retracts his claws back into his skin. Something that he rarely does anymore. He brus