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 The true civilization is where every man gives 'Why must it be windy today? I hate it when my cloak flaps in the wind.' A woman thought irritatedly as she walked through the forest. Even with shrubs and tall, thick trunks to block her, the wind always managed to find the young tan maiden. But even with the irritation of her cloak, the calmness of the forest soothed the rough edges of her mind. The smell of earth was rich here, as were the colors of flowers and the greenery. It all reminded her very much of home. Soon, though, Sarai gave a mental goodbye to the denser forest and said hello to what most would call civilization. A town up ahead, only a few miles from the royal palace, was her destination. Corrupt guards ran rampant in this town, causing anguish in the hearts of many innocent people. Thus if she pilfered a few pockets to give to the needy and caused a few... bruises, she would say it was a day well spent. It wasn't much, but for the time being it was all she could do since she knew not where her fellow angels were. Rai, as she so liked to be called, saw nothing and no one in the streets as she began to look around. At first she thought something was horribly wrong, until she saw many men trying to free a young girl from the grasp of a soldier. Without so much of pardon, she pushed her way through the men and stood before the soldier, the eyes behind her mask blazing. "I will say this only once. It is your choice how things will end after. Release the girl now." she stated simply. When the soldier laughed and reached out to shove Rai to the ground, she simply grabbed his arm, twisted, and let a small dose of electricity into his system. It wouldn't have hurt that badly if it weren't for his metal armor. It spread up and down his body, causing his muscles to spasm and release the girl in the process. Taking his coin purse, Sarai handed it to the girl and motioned to her that it was safe now and she could return home. The young girl smiled timidly before running off while the men scattered, not wanting the blame of the soldier's downfall upon them. With a roll of her eyes and a shrug, she turned upon a heel and walked away, looking for something else to steal or someone else to save. to every other every right that he claims for himself. |
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Anton walked out of the mountains slowly. It had been years, but he had heard reports of his mother’s city. It took about a year for information to get to the mountains from the city. The ‘savages’ he had stayed with were very isolated and only got information from intercepting royal messengers or trading with other civilizations around their area. If it was a year ago that she had started to increase the taxes by hundred of percents, then he couldn’t even try and predict how awful it would be. His hand caressed the blade at his hip slowly. He preferred striking from the shadows, but this war he had against his mother, he couldn’t stay in the shadows forever. This time, he would deceive her, but he would strike in a different way.
He no longer stayed hunched over like he used to, keeping to the dark corners and sliding in and out of sight, trying to appear small and unworthy of notice. Now he strode with his back straight up and his hand on his sword. It wasn’t the walk of a noble, but of a soldier, of a fighter. He carried himself with a deadly grace, that he would need to lose, for now. He would stand out, and he couldn’t yet. He needed to be unseen until later. He strode into the northern gate of the city, and instantly recoiled in revulsion. The city had gone to hell, beggars lay on the street, and peasants bowed and scraped, jumping out of the way of any noble or guard who walked by. Anton was enraged. “HALT!” One of the armored men said and looked at him. He pressed a gauntleted hand to Anton’s chest and pushed him back a step. “Pull your hood back.” He growled. Anton shook his head and pushed back his hood slowly revealing a face that no guard in the city would have been allowed to ignore. Instead of running, he grinned and put a hand on his sword, standing up straight again. Daggers and knives were great, but if they called other guards, he would need the sword. He stood there for a second as a look of recognition crossed the soldiers face. He began to shout for other guards. Above him, on the wall of the city, he saw one of the towers which served as barracks begin to light up as candles were being lit, and he could hear shouts of confusion as guards started to rush outside. He knew he didn’t have long, but he wanted to strike hard and fast. He didn’t intend to kill all of them, or even go uninjured, but this was the first in many messages he would leave his mother. The first guard lunched at him. Anton’s blade slid from it’s sheath silently, and in one sharp motion, separated the man’s head from his shoulders. |
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