Journal of a Bounty Huntress
Entry 5
Once inside, I stayed in the shadows. I wasn't ready for a fight at the moment, especially with people I would like to do business with. I headed toward the castle, slipping by these guards also. For what seemed like such an opressive city, their guards seemed to have more important things to do than keep the city safe. I could have been an assasin, thankfully I'm not. I entered the throne room to see a rather handsome king sitting on a rather large throne. He seemed distraught and was not paying attention to anything, but his own thoughts. I quietly walked up and kneeled at the base of the throne. As the king noticed me, he jumped slightly.
"Who are you and what are you doing here!?!" It was more of a demand than a question.
"My name is Eliness Foxfire, I am a hunter of sorts, would you be needing my services," I said not even glancing up from my bow.
"Stand..." He said. His expressionless face, still handsome, but somewhat cruel. I stood still looking at the floor, I knew better than to look proud in front of an opressive king in a strange kingdom. The king looked me over and smiled a sort of evil smile.
"What did you say that your profession was woman? A hunter...it seems to me that you would be better for other things..." The evil smile got wider and he brushed his hand across my face. I looked at him, scowling. His hand, however kept roaming. I snapped. My hand smacked his away, leaving a nice red burn upon his offending member. He held his hand in slight pain, giving me a hateful look, I knew that I would be sorry for that one. However, I am no whore, I won't tolerate being treated like one.
The king yelled for his guards and I was taken to the dungeon. I sighed as I sat in the dank room. I had been in more than one of these. When the guards left the room, I would soon enough be out. Soon these guards, did much as the others, left their posts and began doing something more important. If the king weren't busy comming on to strangers he might notice that he had horrible guards.
I laid my hands upon the bars of the cell. Raising the temperature of my hands, yet not sparking a flame. The bars melted like putty under my fingers, they bent until I was satisfied that I could get through. I slipped out of the dungeon, out of the castle, and out of the city quickly, yet stealthfully. That was all of that kingdom that I needed to see...on to the next.
As the night fell, I again set up my tent. Thinking less and less of Orain, and more of my past as I knew that I was getting closer to my homeland. Soon I would turn in a way that I would not be near Mullen Airies, but just being within miles of this place fueled the memories. From now until I started away, the dreams would come and the invisable blood stains would be harder to wash away.