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[center][b]Character:[/b] Evelyn Caroline
[b]Location:[/b] The Unnamed Swamp
[b]Tagging:[/b] The First Sin - Sloth [@AllHollowsEve][@Tenma Tendo]
Summary: Eve and Sloth fall into the river. Eve is supposedly saved by the Holy Knight Lucien and taken against her will.[/center]

     As they approached the river, something strange started to happen. The Gauntlet flickered in and out of existence beneath her. The sight made Eve gasp as she released the gauntlet’s finger and backed away to stare down at her bare muddy feet and the murky water of the river appearing beneath her. It was like standing on glass. How she managed to stay afloat in those flickering moments was beyond her. Her head snapped over to Eliphas.

     [b]“Mister…”[/b] she spaced on his name. She hadn’t heard it enough. “Sloth” was what immediately came to her mind and she felt horrible for remembering such a title. [b]“Sloth!”[/b] she called out in concern. The man didn’t respond. His eyes were closed and his hand still holding his wound. Her face paled. Was he dead? His gauntlets were still transporting them—she thought too soon.

     The Gauntlets vanished beneath them, dumping them into the brown water. Eve fell beneath the surface, arms flaying as she thought she would sink like a weight. She resurfaced, wildly splashing about in her panic. The princess had no idea how to swim. Swimming wasn’t a necessity. What would she have ever needed to swim for? Now she was realizing more flaws in her upbringing. More valuable life lessons lost in order to dress and walk like the perfumed angelic lady her parents wanted her to be.

     Eve spat water from her mouth. Her brown locks obscured her eyes, adding more stress in her desperation. She saw Eliphas sink into the river.

     [b]“Slo-!”[/b] she tried to call only getting a mouthful of disgusting water. How cruel fate was? To tease her into having her believe that she had found one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and then took him away from her. Fate left her back where it had found her. Instead of drowning in quicksand, she was drowning in a river. Was she supposed to drown? Was she supposed to quit her quest? She went under.

     Eve became tired and could no longer fight the river that engulfed her. She sank and as she gazed up at the rippling surface, for a moment, she accepted it. Her arms were outstretched, locks of hair twisting about her head like ribbons; and as she drifted away from the sunlit surface, she sank into the murky darkness. Everything became darker and darker. It became an unusual quiet and the water became unusually black as she sank. Did the river have no bottom?

     Air was being forced into her lungs. Eve’s grey eyes flew open to find her lips against the lips of Lucien. She brought her hand up to grasp his face, pushing it away. The holy knight pulled away as Eve coughed up river water. Her eyes were wide in panic and the holy knight didn’t give her much time to figure out what was going on before he gripped her arms and forced her to her feet.

     “Get up!” he angrily ordered.

     Eve stumbled to her feet, her legs weak with confusion. The mud had partially washed free from her body. Her hair was still in her face, feeling like a wet rag as her wide eyes frantically took in her surroundings. She was still at the river. Didn’t she drown? The holy knight must have pulled her out, but what about Eliphas?

     Eve suddenly began to resist, trying to jerk her hands from the holy knight’s grip and dig her feet into the dirt in resistance. [b]“No!”[/b] she screamed. She couldn’t go back. She had come so far. Eliphas! Where was Eliphas? Did he drown? [b]“We have to save him! Let me go!”[/b]

     Lucien scowled, baring his teeth in his effort to control the hysterical woman. “I’m taking you back! Do not resist or else!”

     [b]“SLOTH!”[/b] Eve cried. [b]“Stop! We can’t leave! We have-!”[/b]

     Lucien’s fist struck Eve in the gut. The princess folded over with a rasp. Her eyes were wide in disbelief that a holy knight or any man would strike her. The pain had been so terrible that her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp. The holy knight spread his feet to steady her before he effortlessly draped her over his shoulder. He stared back at the river where the Sin had supposedly perished and smirked. Not only had he captured the princess, but he could gloat that he had killed one of the Seven Deadly Sins.