(Yeah, this will never happen again...Well, enjoy!)
“Just breathe…”
The words broke the silence looming over the forest, besides the occasional crunch of twigs beneath her feet. Everything seemed to be holding its own breath, as if she were wandering through the depths of Hell. It made her shiver even in the comfortable chilled morning. Of course, she always seemed to be shivering. Whether it was from fear or not no one could ever be sure of. That was her purpose for coming here: get rid of that ridiculous shiver. She had another purpose, but it was only to soothe a friend’s nerves. She loathed making him worry about her, and since this would surely make him more comfortable, the female had decided to take the risk. It was strange leaving her home to move to another. She had always been running there had never been a place to really call home in the least. Another shiver shot up her spine, causing her grip on the knapsack to tighten. Her long, blue nails began to break through the rough fabric of the strap, but she did not seem to notice nor care. She was almost there. His scent was looming quite strongly in the direction in which her feet were taking her. Something twisted in her mind, and for the first time in a long while she felt at ease.
Small bits of life were blooming now, and seeing it all made Christiania’s heart yearn for the same beauty. Of course, she was beautiful, but her self-confidence was lacking. Her long, radiant turquoise locks were braided down to her lower back, tied neatly with two black ribbons. On top of her head was a pair of two silk black ribbons tied firmly into a bow. Beneath were two elastic bands, but no one would actually see that. Her bangs hung limply over her left eye, but the brilliant seawater hue nearly glowed from beneath her matching strands of hair. The right eye was open for viewing, a shade darker then her left hue, but still brightened her beautifully sculpted face. Her plump lips sparkled from gloss, but the natural pink tone added to an innocent aura she gave off. Clutching firmly to her hourglass figure was a tight tee-shirt with “AFI” printed across her chest. The shirt barely grazed the top of her navel, showing off a bit of her muscular stomach. Holding to her hips was denim jeans (nothing too special about these). They clung to her curvaceous legs and flared toward her feet which were adorned with black and blue pumas. They were worn down, but still in working order. Chrissy did not wear any other type of shoe unless specifically told to do so.
“’Continue down the stone pathway until you see a large tower. Go in.’”
Keno’s handwriting was horrid. At least, that’s what it seemed like in her opinion. He had written it in haste, but Christiania could barely make out a few of the words. However, it was enough to let her know she was going in the right direction. She smiled faintly as a large vine was sliced into small bits by an unknown being. She quietly thanked her vectors before continuing her treacherous journey. Normally, Christiania would simply use her magic to teleport, but this place was in uncharted territory. She couldn’t imagine the place either since Keno left no description of the establishment. If she had used magic, then there was the risk of ending up inside a wall, and that was never comfortable. Just the thought made her shiver and the feeling of her bones crunching again. Daddy had come to the rescue that time, but she was only sixteen then. She could not do much of anything back then. Oh well, no use dwelling on the past.
It didn’t take very long to reach the tower once she stepped onto the winding Southern pathway. Actually, it startled Christiania to reach the doors so quickly. Not to mention they really weren’t the nicest doors to collide with. She clutched her nose, crying out in disdain and anguish. Blood spewed from her nostrils, clearly indicating a broken nose. Her eyes watered while small tears leaked down her cheeks. Great, her first day, and she was already crying! A wobbling groan exited between her slightly parted lips while she continued to hold her disfigured nose. It only took a few moments for the knapsack on her back to disappear, revealing an oak staff with a flaming orange orb protected by strong branches. The orb was glowing brightly, and as if the light were being transferred into her hands, her cupped hands were glowing as well. There was a crack, a whine, and then the staff returned to a knapsack stature, leaving Christiania with bloody hands and a healed nose. She sniffed, taking in the chilled morning air before sighing. She left her hands to soak in the crimson liquid while one of the large doors opened with a push. Again, Christiania thanked her vectors and made her way into the main area with a shaking body.
Her eyes, stained with makeup and tears, widened at the beauty of her surroundings. Both bloodied hands laced in front of her body while she admired the main area. The circular room perplexed the female to no end, but the bar made her squeak. It was huge! Perhaps they sold Orange Juice. Christiania did not drink for other people’s sake, and anyone who had known her for some time would understand why. She cautiously scooted over to the bar and leaned over the edge, looking for any sign of life. Along her lower back, a strange black swirl of tattoos faded in and out of focus at a consistent rate almost as if they could not grab hold of her delicate skin. Her eyes followed the bar back and forth, saddened to see that no one was around. She couldn’t sense a presence anywhere. Sighing, the female sunk down onto a vacant barstool. Her feet didn’t reach the floor, but it was expected. She was only 5’4” without heels after all. She stared down at her crusting hands, her fingers twitching every so often so that the flakes of blood flitted down to the ground. Not even Keno-san was there!
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