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Final Hand

Summary:

Scar x Reader (Guardian Sentinel/Fem)
Intended to run parallel to the wuthering waves main story, so it may be a bit slow as I get through the story. Statrs slightly before Rover.

You are a Guardian Sentinel from a long lost past generation, forgotten and buried in the earth. Scar uncovers you, needing you for his cause and slowly you begin to open up and trust him. The fractsidus worships you as their own Sentinel and seek to revive the ways of your lost ancient civilisation.

HIATUS

Notes:

Prologue chapter for your discovery, forgive me if Scar is a bit ooc, I'm kinda struggling to characterize him. Short prologue, chapters will probably also be short to give more updates and space things out properly since I'm not used to writing longer fics

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Chapter 1: Prologue

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From darkness a faded light began to emerge, what had been silence became fuzzy, noise that slowly triggered her senses to wake up. All her muscles were aching and she fumbled trying to push herself upright to see what was going on around her. After falling into an induced slumber after the incident, y/n had slept for who knows how long, buried deep under thickets of snow and eventually merging with the depths of the earth. Her consciousness had drifted through time and space for who knows how long and now after unknown periods of time, she was being reawakened by a warmth…a soft warmth she hadn’t felt in too long.

The flickering of flames snapped her senses to attention and she reeled back from the flickering gold stretching out towards her. ‘Strange...it's warm but it doesn't feel hot…it's not burning me’ she lowered her guard and reached a hand out to the mirage of hues, all shades of the sunsets she so dearly adored. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that my dear” she snapped her gaze around to find the voice, a sweetly masculine voice that made the flames shudder.

Finding the source, a tall man covered in scars with snowy white hair and crimson streaks, she shied away from him. Wrapping her arms around her body and fiercely glaring. “Who are you? How did you find me?” her voice was quiet, not used to being used after her long slumber. He didn’t react to her fear, instead crouching down where he was and offering a hand to her.

“You are too precious to leave forgotten. I needed you, so I awoke you from your slumber and took sufficient revenge on those who wronged you” She hesitantly accepted his hand and he helped her stand. “My name is Scar” he held a card in his other hand, flaming crimson and an abyssal black. “Come, little lamb, join us, we who revere you” A spatial rift opened behind him as he dropped the card. This world…this world had wronged her, defiled her and defected from its subservient position and so she stepped into the darkness.