”Goddamn legs! Move, damn it, move!” A quiet and desperate voice whispered harshly into the night. The figure, whose soft murmur belonged to, peeked from one end of the alleyway to see if there was anyone out and about. Her head turned to the left then to the right. No one, good. Mizuki, the slave girl who
had belonged to Clarion Lonsdale of Lonsdale Lacrima & Weapons, partially stepped out into the moon’s light and began to hobble her way down the empty street. Her bare feet were caked with dirt, and following her slow steps was the dragging of cloth and chains.
As the young woman made it farther towards the end of the street the building’s shadow trickled into nothing, her state of dress and features now visible to any who were awake in the early dawn. Mizuki was dressed in what could be observed as a thin, white blanket with a thick twine rope tied around her waist and nothing more. It wrapped around her like a towel, the ends tied at the back of her neck; shoulders and parts of her upper back were apparent. Of course, her magic draining shackles were in place though slightly different from the ones she usually wore. These manacles were longer (about four or five feet in length), and the added links makde it possible for Mizuki to take longer strides without fear.
Bright red splotches seeped on the back end of her toga-like clothing, an indication that she had been under some type of punishment hours before or recently closed wounds opening up again due to excess amount of movement. Her hair was haphazardly tied with a smaller, thinner rope into a ponytail that revealed the peaks of old silvery scars on her back.
Clarion Lonsdale... You will pay for what you’ve done to me. She thought viciously, ignoring the pain coming from her abdominal and lower regions of her body. Even the sensation of something trickling down her inner thigh did not bother her in the slightest.
If she was going to make it through the night and succeed in her attempt to escape, she could not afford to whine about pain. Mizuki simply had to keep moving forward, never stopping for rest until she found someplace safe. But where? Where could she go? Balbadd was the utopia for slave trading. Almost everyone who caught a slave would immediately return him or her back to their masters in return for a reward. She had to let out a small chuckle.
That just reminded her of Nexus, a man she had met early yesterday morning (or was it afternoon; she wasn’t sure). An enigma that she would never get the chance to unravel. She had, after all, warned him to leave town this very night because he had managed to get himself placed in her previous master’s hit list simply because he had pulled one over Clarion by taking one of his prized possessions as a reward for returning her. Mizuki shook her head in amusement before something clicked in her mind. The oasis! That’s where she could hide for the time being, right?
It was a great place to rest, at least for the remainder of the night. Tired feet picked up the pace at the thought of the destination. Nevermind if she didn’t know where it was exactly, Mizuki would rely on her intuition and what she could remember on her way there. She didn’t know how long it took for her to reach the edge of the town, but there it was. Half of a hundred yards away. Mizuki plowed on through, stumbling from time to time as fatigue began to weigh down on her body.
She made it, however. Just barely. Mizuki sighed and almost cried in relief as she walked by lush greens, familiar ones. Following the worn out path towards the body of water, Mizuki found herself falling and falling.
Eh? Why... Why am I on the ground? Her legs had given out on her. It was her knees that had hit the dirt first, followed by her upper body. She now lay face down on the ground. Her energy, Mizuki was surprised to find, had hit zero. It was to be expected. Mizuki had tried to use her magic once or twice the day before, only to have her chains take immediate effect. And just an hour or so again, Mizuki had pushed her magic to its limits as she tried to fight off Clarion.
Clarion... The very thought of him made her want to scream and punch something. She couldn’t do that now though. It hurt just to move any part of her body. Instead, Mizuki began to weep. Small, choked sounds joined in the oasis’s symphony of wildlife noise. Even she made some audible sounds, Mizuki was still fighting to stop her tears from flowing. A useless effort one might say as they began to slowly trek down her cheeks.
”I-I’ll just r-rest f-for now,” she hiccupped, trying to give herself some motivation.
”I’ll m-move again i-in a couple o-of h-hours.”NOTES: Tagging
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