SUBJECT TO CHANGE! This is a rough draft!
A cold morning. Shivering. A small breeze. The sound of footsteps on wood. Shackles. Cling clang.
"They can't do this!"
Tears. A face so fragile it could break at the slightest touch. Silence. Still air. Frozen in time. Drop. Thunk. Silence.
Xira's eyes opened immediately, gasping for breath. She sat up quickly, her hands on her knees. She closed her eyes, took one deep breath, and opened them again. She sat in silence for a moment longer, then slowly rose from her bed.
She looked her necklace on the table, it had three small pointed teeth on it. She sighed and picked it up and put it on.
She assembled a few items, her two swords, two pistols covered by her brown leather jacket and a small pack with some essentials and her gold. She left the rest of her less important things in the room and was off.
As she left the inn, she was greeted by a cold dawn, a darkened blue sky met her view. Much of the small town was either asleep or los