The Helix Project

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In a single leap Noir elevated himself to the entrance of the cave, where he saw what he expected. The Mage, who was already frightened for his life was holding the young lady captive. He had a knife near her throat, but his hands were shaking nervously.

"Don't come any closer... Or I'll kill her!" The Mage threatened.

"With what?" Noir asked.

The Mage looked at his hand, and discovered he was no longer holding his knife, or rather... He had no palm to hold anything. Noir had cleanly cut off everything from his wrist upward. In that moment, there was only one thing the mage could do.

"Arghhhh" The Mage screamed in agony.

Tears rolled down from his eyes, and drool drooped from his mouth. Mucus flowed from his nose as he sobbed and used his other hand to hold onto the severed, bleeding one. Blood splurged out of it, spraying on the young lady who sat paralyzed from the recent events and bloodshed.

"P-Please... Spare me... Please..." The Mage begged.

Noir looked as the mage knelt before him, pleading for his life. Here was another who asked for his help, and for his mercy.

"Sure" Noir said as he snapped his fingers and the mage immediately collapsed, falling unconscious.

"All done..." Noir said, as he looked around to confirm he had completely wiped out the enemy forces.

"Now... Young Lady..." Noir said, as he looked at the girl who shivered and refused to look at her benefactor.

He could tell that she had never experienced anything even remotely comparable to this, and that she would be scarred for life. But all of that was irrelevant now. He had not yet fulfilled the request made to him by the maid.

"You should rest as well... When you wake up, You'll feel better." Noir said as he snapped his fingers and Ciara drifted into unconsciousness.

Ciara was covered in darkness. She replayed all the events that had unfolded that day in her mind. It seemed she was regaining consciousness, but as of that moment she was still asleep. She didn't want to wake up... Not to the nightmare that was waiting for her.

For the first time since her birth she had experienced bloodshed, she had experienced indescribable pain and fear. She was nearly raped... Until HE showed up.

Till the final moment she had prayed within herself, she had silently hoped that someone would come to her rescue. She was powerless, she could only wish for a knight in shiny armor to come to her aid... But that was not the case.

A knight did arrive, but it was a dark knight of terror, who filled the entire room with blood and despair. Even though it seemed he was fighting against her enemies, Ciara was just as terrified as anyone else in the room. The way he effortlessly killed the men, the expressionless face and cold gaze he had while blood stained him... She could not comprehend him.

"Am I next?" Was all that was going on in her mind, as the bloodshed continued.

Before she knew it, it was all over, and the Dark Knight approached her and said some words which she could not make out. She could not move, and she definitely did not want to meet his gaze... She was petrified... And then she fell unconscious.

What had happened after that, she didn't know... But she would soon find out.

"Uh, Urgh..." Ciara let out waking noises as she awoke from her slumber. It was dark, It was cold... Then it started getting brighter and then warmer.

"Young Miss... You're awake" Ciara's handmaiden rushed to her side.

"Uh... Lorna, what is going on? Where am I?"

Lorna, her handmaiden, a young woman in her mid twenties, and one who had been a maid to Ciara since she was a child, rising to the position of her Personal Handmaiden in the later years, smiled at the young miss with teary eyes.

"It's alright Milady... You're in the carriage. It had a makeshift to accommodate you lying down on it." Lorna answered her.

Ciara observed that the carriage looked wider than before, while it was not as huge as it was. She looked at the glowing white orbs floating around her and was curious.

"Oh, They are [White Light]. A tier 1 magic spell that provides illumination and considerable warmth." Lorna promptly answered her, as though reading her mind.

"That's good... What happened...? The last thing i remember is..." Ciara said slowly.

"Don't worry about all that Milady, all that matters now is that you are well. Please rest and regain your strength. We will discuss at length when you have had sufficient rest." Lorna said softly.

"A-Am I safe? Is it all over?" Ciara said as she sobbed and her voice choked. Tears rolled down her eyes as she recounted her experiences... They were too painful.

"You are safe young miss... You're safe now." Lorna patted her and stayed by her side, as Ciara slowly drifted back to sleep.

Lorna exited the carriage which now resembled a portable room exclusive to Ciara, and she closed the door gently.

"So how is the Young miss?" The Mage asked Lorna.

He was seated beside the campfire, which lit up the forest area where they currently were. He gestured to Lorna to also sit beside the fire for warmth and comfort, which she gladly did.

"She is a little shaken up as regards the incident, but she just needs more rest, and how are you feeling sir Galand?" Lorna asked the older man who appeared to be in his late fifties.

"Don't you worry about me... Thanks to sir Noir's healing magic, and the Young miss's retrieval I'm as healthy as a young chap... Besides, you shouldn't bother with this old fool who failed in his duty and could not do a single thing to the attackers." Galand retorted in a sad tone.

"Don't be too hard on yourself... Even the Captain was no match for them." Lorna said, in an attempt to console him.

"Thank you for your kindness Lorna... I really appreciate it." Galand said with a weak smile.

"I'm back" Noir said as he appeared from the shadows, startling both the maid and mage who were conversing.

"Whew... You startled me" Lorna said with a sigh of relief.

A refreshed looking Noir was seen, with the same face he always had... Stoic and expressionless.