Beginning of a Story
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Clouded, and moonless made the land dark and gloomy, discouraging normal folk from wandering out in its veil of darkness. The guards were all on edge, heightened by the fact things seemed ever more evil if evil could be called upon this night. Rumors of witchcraft could not have come at a worse time. Mutters beneath the breaths of paranoid guards sent chills up the spines of listeners... And when scattered rats made way away from the rations when something spooked them, the guards fled instead of moving to see what was happening. Most.... But not all. The protests of a lone woman soon gave root to the matter at hand. A woman had found a means of getting inside, and was looting the guard's storage for food. Bread mainly, with an apple hung from her lips when they had found her. Red locks and vibrant hazel eyes sharp with fear and instinctive survival, filthy; homeless, dropped all things and tried to run. When the guards cornered her, she fought.. She fought with such vigor that word spread of her skill. However exaggerated the story was, when she was finally captured she had been quite injured and soon enough she found her way shackled in chains and drug by two guards held tight in grip with every intention of taking her towards the dungeon to await a trial if there would be such a thing. Whatever fate may bring her, she was unprepared, and she continued to fight, biting and fighting every chance she had to try to break free. Perhaps fortunate, or not so much, she would soon enough be face to face with Cesare as their paths crossed on her way to the dungeon.. A youthful beauty lost beneath the scraps of worn cloth and dirt. Strength, longing.. passion... Potential.. Buried beneath rags and filth..
