Joyeful
[Tinnitus]
Throughout the city, the names were whispered, with care. One might wonder who those names belonged to, but it was a death wish to go out looking for members of the League, and especially the girl from only rumors.
Five years of terror had fallen over the city, and if only they could see her now.
Even as the bells rang, signifying a time for everyone to get off the streets, she refused to, chucking an apple core at the wall into the alley below.
And then the telltale footsteps arrived, the murmurs of guards far below gaining volume as they got closer.
Edara Lane swore softly to herself, standing as quietly as she could before clambering over boxes and such to get to the rooftop, then kicking down her makeshift ladder from her standpoint, praying the officials were too distracted by the apple core to think the noise was anything but an animal.
Her work finished, she began running, quieter than a mouse, more agile and wily than a viper- gifts passed down in her family for generation after generation.
They just didn't know the half of it, which sucked for them.
At any rate, they were all long gone now, her the only one left.
The last of the thunderbirds, reduced to peasantry, faster than a fleeting cirrus cloud.
Screw heritage- she was looking for a firebird.
Five years of terror had fallen over the city, and if only they could see her now.
Even as the bells rang, signifying a time for everyone to get off the streets, she refused to, chucking an apple core at the wall into the alley below.
And then the telltale footsteps arrived, the murmurs of guards far below gaining volume as they got closer.
Edara Lane swore softly to herself, standing as quietly as she could before clambering over boxes and such to get to the rooftop, then kicking down her makeshift ladder from her standpoint, praying the officials were too distracted by the apple core to think the noise was anything but an animal.
Her work finished, she began running, quieter than a mouse, more agile and wily than a viper- gifts passed down in her family for generation after generation.
They just didn't know the half of it, which sucked for them.
At any rate, they were all long gone now, her the only one left.
The last of the thunderbirds, reduced to peasantry, faster than a fleeting cirrus cloud.
Screw heritage- she was looking for a firebird.
