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'You have nothing to offer, you are just a Lifeless Darklen.' THe nasty thought snuck through her head as she watched the bright color of High Court dresses wheel around her. She would never be one of them, the voice was right. She was an outcast, and would never be seen for anything but a Darklen.

"You have no chance," the words whispered around the empty clearing. Inor stood in the center, holding onto the small frame of Zenthria. There was no way he would give up on her. "She is gone, I killed her and there is no way you will win this time." "You're wrong," Inor's voice sounded harsh. He was bone tired and to be perfectly honest he was not sure how much longer he could stand, but he had to...for her. If he were to loose her now, Gods he was not sure he could go on.

silk

The fabric rippled beneath her fingertips, seeming to create a wave of crimson. It was the finest thing she had ever touched in her entire life....and it would fetch her a great price on the market. With deft hands, she plucked the material and slid it into her satchel. She walked away just fast enough not to be noticed, but quick enough to get out of the merchants sight. She was at least half a block away when she heard his angry bellows. She smiled, that is what it took to be a master thief in Andel.

Bam, there it was. that sinking feeling I was all too familiar with. "I don't get it, I am the most experience courier you've got. Why am I not on the envoy to Goldan?" "You're voice is reaching whining level," warned my friend and mentor, Jusdina with a smile. "And you know perfectly well why you weren't sent, you are needed here at Court, you are heir remember." "Don't remind me," I grumbled as yet another courtier bowed as we passed. Being the heir of the most influential kingdom in all of Hardonia was zero fun, zilch...well ,maybe a little fun...but most of the time it just stopped you from having fun.

"Think, think very hard now. Where do you want to be? Transport to it in you mind. " The grizzled voice came from the corner, as it always did. Milly was blindfolded, as usual, but her entire body longed to be as far as way as possible from this...this beast. "You want to be out in the field again, don't you? Where you can steal my chicks and sell them to the village. We will make sure that never happens again." Milly braced herself but it never helped. She heard the familiar scrap of metal on metal and then felt the hot burning of the fire poker on her hand. She bit her lip and waited, her father would stop soon.

"Give me answers, dwarf. I don't have much time." The highwayman pressed at Flindrin's chest with a dull blade. As he looked up from the weapon, he smiled. "Is this anyway to get answers? All you had to do was ask."

The silver liquid in the bowl seethed as her blood touched the water, almost threatening to boil over the edges. Stephan watched in wonderment as the liquid turned an ugly brow color and then flattened out into a scene. "This is Tanglewood Forest. Your traitorous brother, Keifer, lives there. You must find him...and kill him." She smiled, her ruby lips glistening in the torchlight. "Do you understand, my son? Do this and I will make sure you rule this world."

The thunder rumble overhead as she ducked for cover in a nearby hedge. She hit the ground with a thud, dust gathering around her. It had not rained in Thyminia for thirty years. Had she just caused the greatest disaster to come to her homeland? She had just wanted the crops to grow again, how was she to know that she would call in a powerful storm? Now the guards were chasing her and she was to be burned at the stake for her 'witchcraft'. What had she gotten herself into?

ill

The room seemed to roll as the scene finally seemed to collide into her brain. They were all dead, she had killed them. She had practiced with guns before but never actually kllled anyone. Now five people laid dead before her, the blood seeping out in large pools around their body. For a moment she thought she would be ill, an acrid feeling eating away at the back of her throat. Then the pride set in. She had done it, she had needed no one elses help. She had been kidnapped twelve months ago and no one had found her. Now she knew she needed no one...and there were several others who owed a debt to her.

I held the ticket as close to my face as possible, trying to decide if she was lying. It looked real enough, howver, and I soon gave up my search. "I don't know how you got it," I said as Leigh danced happily around the lamppost. "But it looks like we will be going to New York afterall."

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“The fabric rippled beneath her fingertips, seeming to create a wave of crimson. It was the finest thing she had ever touched in her entire life....and it would fetch her a great price on the market. …”

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