“Are you fine, Lady Francine?” Francine was pulled from her thoughts.
In front of her was Sir Rodrick, her fiancee, as always asking her with those insipid eyes.
The first time they met, Rodrick was so careful with her. He was nice. His reserve nature helps his tranquil charm. His black hair and dark blue eyes were very nice to look at too. Safe to say, she couldn’t help blushing when they first met themselves way back 2 years ago.
Back then, he was the only thing that lifted up her life that was a series of complete control. He would visit and she would have something to be thrilled about.
Though he did visit her time and time again. She could see nothing in his eyes.
Nothing at all.
As if, there’s nothing in his life that sparks his interest. Not even Francine. She quickly learned that no matter how nice, how handsome and how convenient Rodrick
“My lady, what are we doing here again?” “We’re here to meet a magician that I always go to when I’m in need of some help.” The area was shady, and a bit run down as there were basically fewer people where they were going. People, there were wearing long robes and ragged clothing hiding in the nook of dead-end allies and looking at them, as they didn’t belong there. Lady Francine had decided that she wanted to pay a visit to someone from the downtown and ushered both Oma and Evy to come with her. Arriving at a shop that had no signage and no indication of what shop it was, Lady Francine knocked five times. A gruff voice sounded from across the door before it was open. Evy saw a middle-aged man that had patches of dirt all around his body, his clothes a mess, and a few of his teeth missing. He gave them all a glare, distrustful of the visit. Lady F
Evy could remember the time she first had receives someone’s present. It wasn’t anything shiny. It wasn’t expensive. It wasn’t food. And it wasn’t an object. Her first-ever gift was actually a knife wound. As grave, as she puts it, it was actually her most treasure one. Back when she was in the streets, pulling up cans and metal wire just to sell, and having to run errands to make small changes, she met a splendid crazy old man. He looked sleazy with his get-up, a checker brown suit, his open hairy chest, and his hair that was receding like the new dawn. Manner-wise, he was eccentric and unreliable... and deadly. But Evy owed it to him that she survived to where she was. That much she can say. That was why she wanted to do the same with Lady Francine. She w
Evy felt her hand being engulfed by something cold and squishy, turning her head to the side she saw the blob woman gave her a silver amulet. Carefully not to disturb the still upset Francine, Evy questions the woman. "What's this?" "Proof that I lost. Take that amulet to Devathor Peak, take the route of the beasts and you will find a cave. That amulet is your key to entering inside. I'll be waiting for your lady just until the next moon. If she does not show up I will retract my offer of taking any more pupils. Til then." The woman slithered from the ground back to the water where she disappeared. The rain had not stopped but had lulled to a manageable state. The two stared at each other as the half-human half-spirit had truly approved of the request. "Wait. Did I get accepted?" Was her lady question to which Evy had grinned for what felt like years. ...
Evy had snuck her way back to her lady's chambers. She was afraid that either Lord Rose would familiarize her voice and get her lady in trouble or the duke would notice her. It was her priority not to let any of those happen. That was why, even with all the eyes of strangers following her. She had to play it by ear and get out of there as fast as possible. Thankfully, she did. As she was walking in the hallway and spotted a small servant's door, she entered it. One of the perks of having worked for the Rose family is that there's a lot of entries and passageways of servants to quickly get them from point A to point B. After a month working for them, she's memorized almost all of these secret doors and tunnels. That was how she found her way to her lady's room to change her clothes before someone spotted her. She was near her lady's room when she noticed that the door was open. Evy was sure that all personnel, even
When the world changes, you also change. That’s quite true to an extent. Evy also notices that roots also dig underneath to anchor themselves to stand. The foundation she has in this place was no more but a fleeting stick. So easy to topple and so feeble. She couldn’t do more when Francine had needed her. She couldn’t do anything to stop anyone. Evy was founded through digging her way through hardships… even if that meant, she has to lose a few limbs on the way. She was willing to do the same here. In a place she still had no idea of grasping… but no one is going to wait for her. That’s always the principle of life that she’s used to. “Where are they?” “I don’t know.” Evy was visited by the duke multiple times in a span of two days. They were still looking at where Francine and Oma had gone to. T
The room was ablaze, the dusks flying in the air. Sticking to her skin were the remnants of wood built across the ground from before the town was built. She was trapped, in all this suffocating smoke, digging to her lungs like nails on a board. Then the coughing would start. A female voice uttering her name. A rhythm made of inconsistent ends. She would stare at the ceiling, watching the fire swallowing everything frame per frame. Her body would rise before she would see someone on the bed, hands outstretched, and voice so hoarse. She wouldn't go near her. No. She'd rather sit there, staring as the fire would worse... ...And she'd be buried with it. Evy woke up from her dream, her chest heaving as felt her skin clamp up from sweat. Her body qui
There's something she's learned throughout her training with Dune. As much as it seems like he's doing too much for someone like her, she noticed that compared to his treatment with other soldiers, she heard that her training was lighter in comparison. She has no way of proving it, just that Maj had told her that Dune was an instructor to the men who are protecting the city. But there were no recruits left to teach for now, that was why he was available. Who knows when he'll be pulled back again to the gates to train newer recruits. That was why she wanted to ask. They were in the back forest of the estate, carrying a heavily loaded bag, jumping from rocks to rocks, when she was struck with the desire to ask him. Evy glances at the front, to where Dune was looking down at her, waiting for her to reach her goal. She jumped... and jumped... ...and jumped. Un
Evy had been beaten every time she and Dune spar. Which was a given. Dune had been doing this longer than she has in a few weeks. She can't put a finger on why she can't hit back though. When they start and Dune would close his gap on her, she'd either freeze up or be too bothered to guard herself. Now that was days ago. She's still keeping up with the regimen that Dune had made her do, push-ups, squats, and running are the key points to his drills. They were back in the forest again. "What am I doing wrong?" Evy asked all of a sudden. "I know I'm a bit stronger and faster but I can't seem to even hit you?" They were taking a break from another strength exercise. Her teacher was drinking by the riverside and was minding his own business when she asked. Dune faced Evy. "Well for one, you're still slow. Another is that you're scare