Sral eyed her curiously. "What would you do to start over?" He asked.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Sral took another swig of mead. He wasn't normal either. Assassin's weren't typically given the title, "Normal". Perhaps she was a mind reader, or had some other special ability. But that was for her to know.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
I laughed as I remembered the thought of my last boyfriend when I was "Normal" best year. But then when... I stepped into that cave, it all changed, I gained powers and lost everything. I looked at my fingers remmemering them bloodstained. I frowned with that feeling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Well," Sral said, cleaning his mug again. "If you would like to hang around, that's fine. But soon customers come in who aren't so hospitable to young ladies such as yourself."
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
A tall, hooded boy around nineteen pushes through the Saloon's doors, strolling right up to the bar. A girl is seated a few stools away, speaking with the bartender. The boy keeps his face concealed, pushing away the feeling of being followed, and waves for the bartender.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Do I steal weapons?" Sral asked, confirming her question. "No, I don't steal weapons. But I do have a rather large armory."
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
