CharmyPie (gone~)
TAKEN QUEEN
"You want me to do what?" Dariela choked on her water, spitting it out. She watched it fall down to the sand, evaporating immediately. It was always hot in the desert. She wiped her mouth as she glared daggers at her masked client.
"I need the wedding bracelet of the wife of the general of the Kingdom of Indoria." He repeated calmly. His voice showed no signs of rush. He watched her carefully through his mask. It was a little after noon, and they were in the outskirts of Falcon Haven. There were many ruined constructions there, broken down by time and frequent sandstorms. No one went there as much as Dariela. It's too far and often not worth the travel. Dariela was sitting down on the sand, by the shade of a lone wall while the masked man stood tall, facing her. Unmoving and unflinching, despite the heat of the sun and the sand in the wind.
"What kind of creep asks for a wedding bracelet?" She let out a chuckle after a while and put her water container back in her satchel. "You're kidding right?"
"No." He said. "I'm absolutely serious."
"But that's General Gethario El-Wazzi." Dariela cocked an eyebrow at him. She sighed and massaged her temples. The masked man stayed silent, watching Dariela. She thought of how strange all this was. A masked client, asking for a scroll, then gave her vague descriptions before sending her out to get it. Not to mention, how the man just FOUND her out of the blue. That never happens.
"I cant. It's not worth it." She decided and looked up to see him. It was too risky.
"What if I can promise you that you'd never go hungry ever again? You wont have to worry about your mother. You wont have a single care in life, because all you need will be provided and more." He paused for a while and approached her. He kneeled on the ground so his face is at the same level with hers. "What if you can have all this… but only if you do as I say."
Dariela stared at him blankly. Doubting his words, but at the same time, wanting them. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. She found no words to say.
"I'm going take your silence as a yes." She heard a smile in his voice. "You know where to go, you know what to do. How you do your task is your decision to make."
"Y-yes." She said.
"That's a good girl." The man stood up and turned around, facing the capitol. "I'll find you."
Oh boy, two gigs in one day, what a time to be alive! She felt herself grin lightly. Desperately trying to ignore how strange the man was, and how strange he talked. Dariela took a stroll in the city, like it was an ordinary afternoon. She watched the people being busy with their everyday lives, she saw the lifestyles of Indoria change as she got nearer and nearer to the center of the capital. She hated it. She hated how fate plays with lives. She hated how fate gets to decide how you're born, when you're born, where you're born… no. Stop it Dariela, you're better than this. Afternoon came and the streets were busier than ever. It was the best time to disappear. Dariela stole some cloth and began filling sand in them. She stole some rope too and tied it together with the cloth. Quickly, she hung it on an alleyway, setting a trap blocks away from the General's house.
"I probably wont use you… but eh. I'm sure you'd come in handy sometime." She pat the cloth filled with sand and avoided the trigger of the trap. She drew a big noticeable red circle around the trigger of the trap, to make sure that no one would step on it accidentally. "Things'd make sense later." She shrugged to herself. Evening soon came as She watched the General's house. She watched the lights and the shadows they made. Soon, the General left the house, heading to the tavern nearby. Dariela waited until the lights in his house went off. "Show time." She wrapped the red scarf she has around her face, showing only her eyes. She circled the house, looking for an opening. She ended up opening a window and jumping into the first floor. It was dark and quiet.
"I need the wedding bracelet of the wife of the general of the Kingdom of Indoria." He repeated calmly. His voice showed no signs of rush. He watched her carefully through his mask. It was a little after noon, and they were in the outskirts of Falcon Haven. There were many ruined constructions there, broken down by time and frequent sandstorms. No one went there as much as Dariela. It's too far and often not worth the travel. Dariela was sitting down on the sand, by the shade of a lone wall while the masked man stood tall, facing her. Unmoving and unflinching, despite the heat of the sun and the sand in the wind.
"What kind of creep asks for a wedding bracelet?" She let out a chuckle after a while and put her water container back in her satchel. "You're kidding right?"
"No." He said. "I'm absolutely serious."
"But that's General Gethario El-Wazzi." Dariela cocked an eyebrow at him. She sighed and massaged her temples. The masked man stayed silent, watching Dariela. She thought of how strange all this was. A masked client, asking for a scroll, then gave her vague descriptions before sending her out to get it. Not to mention, how the man just FOUND her out of the blue. That never happens.
"I cant. It's not worth it." She decided and looked up to see him. It was too risky.
"What if I can promise you that you'd never go hungry ever again? You wont have to worry about your mother. You wont have a single care in life, because all you need will be provided and more." He paused for a while and approached her. He kneeled on the ground so his face is at the same level with hers. "What if you can have all this… but only if you do as I say."
Dariela stared at him blankly. Doubting his words, but at the same time, wanting them. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. She found no words to say.
"I'm going take your silence as a yes." She heard a smile in his voice. "You know where to go, you know what to do. How you do your task is your decision to make."
"Y-yes." She said.
"That's a good girl." The man stood up and turned around, facing the capitol. "I'll find you."
Oh boy, two gigs in one day, what a time to be alive! She felt herself grin lightly. Desperately trying to ignore how strange the man was, and how strange he talked. Dariela took a stroll in the city, like it was an ordinary afternoon. She watched the people being busy with their everyday lives, she saw the lifestyles of Indoria change as she got nearer and nearer to the center of the capital. She hated it. She hated how fate plays with lives. She hated how fate gets to decide how you're born, when you're born, where you're born… no. Stop it Dariela, you're better than this. Afternoon came and the streets were busier than ever. It was the best time to disappear. Dariela stole some cloth and began filling sand in them. She stole some rope too and tied it together with the cloth. Quickly, she hung it on an alleyway, setting a trap blocks away from the General's house.
"I probably wont use you… but eh. I'm sure you'd come in handy sometime." She pat the cloth filled with sand and avoided the trigger of the trap. She drew a big noticeable red circle around the trigger of the trap, to make sure that no one would step on it accidentally. "Things'd make sense later." She shrugged to herself. Evening soon came as She watched the General's house. She watched the lights and the shadows they made. Soon, the General left the house, heading to the tavern nearby. Dariela waited until the lights in his house went off. "Show time." She wrapped the red scarf she has around her face, showing only her eyes. She circled the house, looking for an opening. She ended up opening a window and jumping into the first floor. It was dark and quiet.
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