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Fang
A sharp pain radiated throughout Fang's entire body. His vision was blurred from shock, but he could made out the ashy blood on an around the left side of his waist. The world around him started to move in a moaning slur as others from the group gathered around him.
Fang's memory was faint. All he remembered was stepping in front of the red-haired girl, bright flames, then tumbling to the ground. Could the girl have something to do with the fire, or did he accidently fall into the campfire? Fang wasn't sure.
Fang watched silently as the tall man who had accompanied the red-haired girl slowly approached him. Fang began to tense in worry. What was he going to do to him? Fang squeezed his hands into fist, ready to fight, but soon realized he couldn't in his current condition.
The man carefully pulled back the hole in his partly charred sweatshirt and laid down layers of wet leaves on his bleeding wound. Fang groaned with the sudden sting the leaves created.
"What are you doing?" he asked the man in a muffled moan. His question remained unanswered when the man walked away to tend to the rest of the group.
What did you get yourself into? Fang thought in rage to himself,
You don't know any of these people. They might kill... His thoughts paused as he saw the red-haired girl step forward.
Wisty
Wisty slowly approached the boy, careful not to frighten him. Her face was pale with lingering regret for what she had done.
"I'm sorry," Wisty admitted in a faint voice, "I never... I mean I didn't see you th..."
"Stop," the boy interrupted her, "It wasn't your fault."
Wisty was surprised by the boy's sudden words. Her eyes flashed to his bloodstained wound. Curious, she reached her hands towards the damp leaves that covered his gash. The boy only flinched when she placed her hand on his cold body. Wisty slowly pulled back the leaves, their sap sticking to her fingers. Wisty jumped back in a instant, shock filled her hole body. The blood around the gash had clotted and formed a large scab on his side. His wound was healing fast, faster than any human she had ever seen.
"Who are you?" Wisty asked the boy with fearful eyes.
"Fang," he replied.