Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 17:20:09 GMT -6
Charmaine was frozen in place. All she could do was stare. Stare at her master's face- which was staring back at her. Cold, unmoving, emotionless, and distant. His final moments had passed before her very eyes, and now he was gone. Even in his old age... well, old for a human- the elderly wizard had been in good health, constantly moving and never content to simply sit down. Her parents had told her not to get attached to him, or any other humans for that matter. Their lives were not even a quarter of what and elf's was- but it seemed so wrong to see him lying there like that.
Shaking, she finally looked up to his attacker: a woman covered from head to toe in dark clothing. Only her cold, ice blue eyes were left uncovered. In one hand, she held a small crossbow, the weapon that had been her master's end, and in the other, she held a long, slender, sharpened blade- which was aimed right at her.
Charmaine knew that she should have been doing something. She was still new to the magical arts, but she knew enough to defend herself. But as if her entire body was turned to stone, she just couldn't bring herself to act.
The assassin looked to her, blinking a few times before lowering the blade. "Fortunately for you..." Her voice was older, and had a sultry tone to it. "... My contract says nothing of an elf. I've only come for Alfwin's life. And I have it. You would do well not to follow me, if you value your life." As quickly as she had appeared, she turned and vaulted through the same window that she had entered from, completely disappearing from Charmaine's sight.
Charmaine flung open the door to the outside world, leaving behind the small, two-story home and sprinting into the woods that had surrounded it. Wearing a pair of sandals, a teal, single-sleeved dress, a connected skirt that left the sides of her legs exposed, and a sash that held her sword and spellbook, she fled Alfwin's home and didn't look back once. Her long, white ponytail bounced from side to side as she ran, and her thick bangs kept bouncing over her eyes, obscuring her vision with each step she took. She ran as fast and as hard as she could, wanting to be as far away from the scene of the murder as possible.
She came to a stop in a small clearing, surrounded by trees for miles. She breathed deeply and quickly, a mixture of panic, confusion, and sadness weighing on her mind. She couldn't simply return home, as she had been teleported to Alfwin's home. Furthermore, she was totally lost. She wasn't familiar with the mortal realm in the slightest, having spent all twenty years of her life in the home of the high elves.
With her mind racing and her heart pounding, she finally sat down on a toppled log, burying her face in her hands. She had always had someone to help her, someone to tell her what to do or where to go- and now she had nothing. Her mind descended into uncertainty, not knowing how to handle the situation. Tears streamed from her face, wetting her palms. She sobbed and hiccuped a few times, every sound she made echoing throughout the forest.
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Shaking, she finally looked up to his attacker: a woman covered from head to toe in dark clothing. Only her cold, ice blue eyes were left uncovered. In one hand, she held a small crossbow, the weapon that had been her master's end, and in the other, she held a long, slender, sharpened blade- which was aimed right at her.
Charmaine knew that she should have been doing something. She was still new to the magical arts, but she knew enough to defend herself. But as if her entire body was turned to stone, she just couldn't bring herself to act.
The assassin looked to her, blinking a few times before lowering the blade. "Fortunately for you..." Her voice was older, and had a sultry tone to it. "... My contract says nothing of an elf. I've only come for Alfwin's life. And I have it. You would do well not to follow me, if you value your life." As quickly as she had appeared, she turned and vaulted through the same window that she had entered from, completely disappearing from Charmaine's sight.
Charmaine flung open the door to the outside world, leaving behind the small, two-story home and sprinting into the woods that had surrounded it. Wearing a pair of sandals, a teal, single-sleeved dress, a connected skirt that left the sides of her legs exposed, and a sash that held her sword and spellbook, she fled Alfwin's home and didn't look back once. Her long, white ponytail bounced from side to side as she ran, and her thick bangs kept bouncing over her eyes, obscuring her vision with each step she took. She ran as fast and as hard as she could, wanting to be as far away from the scene of the murder as possible.
She came to a stop in a small clearing, surrounded by trees for miles. She breathed deeply and quickly, a mixture of panic, confusion, and sadness weighing on her mind. She couldn't simply return home, as she had been teleported to Alfwin's home. Furthermore, she was totally lost. She wasn't familiar with the mortal realm in the slightest, having spent all twenty years of her life in the home of the high elves.
With her mind racing and her heart pounding, she finally sat down on a toppled log, burying her face in her hands. She had always had someone to help her, someone to tell her what to do or where to go- and now she had nothing. Her mind descended into uncertainty, not knowing how to handle the situation. Tears streamed from her face, wetting her palms. She sobbed and hiccuped a few times, every sound she made echoing throughout the forest.
(Reserved)
