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Topic Started: Jun 2 2010, 10:36 PM (261 Views)
Haine
Zamia stretched as she woke and blinked, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes from the morning sun that assaulted them. She sat up and looked down, her gaze lingering for a moment on the scars on the back of her arm . Only yesterday they'd been clear skin......another sacrifice she'd had to made because of those damn nobles. Oh well...that'd be the last thing they'd ever get from her. She didn't plan on giving them another god damn thing, even if they threatened her life...that made two things she wouldn't do to save her life.... she wondered how many more would join them. Shaking her head a bit Zamia stood up and flexed her arms and legs before stretching , checking all of her joints and making sure they were in order. Whens he was satisfied she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before jumping and performing a quick flip, landing in a crouch where she'd jumped from.

She grinned. Back to normal. She ran over to the tent and opened it a bit, peeking inside before throwing the flap open wide. Zera was sleeping on his back, resting comfortably on his sleeping bag with his shirt bundled off to the side. Zamia smacked him lightly but impatiently a few times to wake him up. "Come on, It's morning, time to get up Zera." She told him with amusement, a grin on her face. She reached over and grabbed his shirt, dropping it on his face before crouching next to the entrance of the tent. As Zera groggilly woke she looked around the inside of the tent. It didn't have much but she noticed the boy's sword was lying beside him in its strange sheath. The blade made her curious. Zera dodged her question when she asked it and she couldn't help but wonder where he'd gotten something so expensive. Growing impatient she stood and stretched some more.

"Hey Zera, Check it out." She told him before jumping backwards and landing on her back before tucking into a roll and then rolling back to her feet. " Whatever that stuff was worked pretty well." She told him with a grin as she put bot her hands on the back of her head. She felt great. She was still a bit full from last nights dinner, though she wasn't exactly sure of the time. Night and day here seemed to change in length and she still wasn't very used to it. " So are we going to go to town?" She asked him, looking in the direction of the nearest town. She knew where it was well enough. She'd collapsed there and Fay had found her in the mud. The place was visible from the second story of the house so she knew the general direction for it at least. She waited in silence to hear Zera's thoughts on the matter.
Edited by Haine, Jun 3 2010, 07:14 AM.
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Zera woke with a start, he didn't sleep this late very often. He stretched and yawned and sat up. Looking around, his gaze trailing across the bloody cloak and the empty cooking pot. He scratched his head. What had he been doing the night before? Then it all came back to him as he realized Zamia was the one who had woke him. She had an amused look on her face. A surprising appearance for a girl who had just spent the previous night tearing at her arm with a knife made of glass. He shook his head and rubbed it, feeling a slight headache coming on. He reached for his water pouch and took a swig, the pain dying down quickly. He turned to her with a smile. "You seem well." He said, laughing.

She dropped the shirt on his face and he blanched, falling backwards and onto his head. He laughed and picked it up, looking down at his bare chest. Pulling the cloth over his head he poked his head out to see her do a near perfect backflip. He blinked a few times. "You're very agile." He said with a smile. Getting to his feet. Zera rubbed his head and glanced around, he looked at the shadows nearby as the sun burned down on the rocks. It was still morning, early morning to be exact. "Well don't get yourself too beat up now, cuz that was all I had of that ointment." He said with a smirk, turning to her. He walked over to the fire and got it started up again.

"How does breakfast sound?" He asked, filling the pot with some water and getting it started. They would be going to the city today, and she would be exposed to the dark side of this land. Obviously just by looking at her she was immune to the plague. Going anywhere near this accursed land you'd get sick. So the few that were immune remained. He smiled at her. "Yeah, Lets have some breakfast first, we won't find any good or free food in the town. Though we shouldn't have a problem with the guards, they know me." He said with a smirk, pouring a bit of broth into the water and adding some ingredients. The smell already had begun to permeate the campsite.
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Zamia shook her head as Zera asked her if she wanted anything to eat and began to cook. " no way. What i ate last night was more then normally eat in days. If i try to eat to much after eating small meals for a long period of time it won't stay down" She told him. She'd had to go through the same thing when she stayed with Fay. Going from eating a small meal a day to three small meals a day had made her violently sick the first day she'd tried it.
She looked at her arm, holding it up towards the sunlight and examining the new scars on her arm carefully. They no longer hurt but they still looked strange to her.

It was lucky Zera had had that ointment. Thanks to that stuff she'd regained most of her flexibility, even if she was still a bit slow. Soon she'd be fully recovered. She knew nothing of the plague that raveaged the kingdom, only that according to fay the marshes were full of dirty water, unsafe to drink. "Does that mean the guards know you help branded?" She asked, half serious and half sarcastic. She moved and her hand hit something hard. She looked down to find her knife, picking it up and looking it over. There were still traces of her blood dried into small spots on the blade where it hadn't been wiped away...

Without a word she strapped the knife back in its place on her leg before looking back to Zera. " So tell me about this 'brother' of yours. How did he end up branded?" She asked him curiously. He knew her lifes story but all she'd managed to get out of him was he lived with his ass of a grandfather and his brother was branded . After last night things had changed....she was well enough to take care of herself if she had too and not so dependent on Zera anymore. She'd have to decide if she still felt like travelling with him...
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Zera's gaze trailed over her for a moment. He shook his head, something about how she moved attracted his gaze even more than ever. He shook his head and laughed. "Fine fine." He said with a smile, finishing the meal himself and eating his fill. He had just about placed the last spoonful in his mouth when his female friend began to question him. She questioned him about the guards he knew. He smiled faintly, turning to her. "One of them does." He began, his voice trailing off. "...Or did." He said, getting to his feet in silence and packing up a few supplies. His hand trailed over the small pouch of Mina that he had been saving, the small brown cloth pouch blotted with the spots of blood, of history.

He turned to her. "My brothers history is his own, You can ask him." He said, his tone harsh. He shook his head and moved to the edge of the camp. "You coming or what? The shift belonging to the friendly guards ends in an hour." He continued, rubbing his temple, he felt a slight throb, he had been feeling it more and more recently. "Believe me, you don't wanna be caught during the other guards' shifts." He said with almost a soft chuckle, though there was an illness behind it, a cold.

"Captain..." He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and wishing his old friend well. Since his friends death many more of the guards had taken up the call against Branding, and had chosen to help Zera. He owed them much, too much, he was deeply indebted to all of them. It honestly made him sick at times. All they asked in return was a few 'free samples' from his grandfathers shop. Honestly they didn't even ask for that... Zera shook himself out of his latest slip into thought. "The captain of the guard was an old friend of mine." Zera said finally, having begun marching toward town. "He died protecting my brother and I. The other guards were very loyal to him..." He turned to face her, a soft yet fierce look in his eyes. "Branded and executed..." He said, the words making him feel ill.
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Zamia flinched at the sudden anger in Zera's voice, drawing back from him instinctively and putting a hand to the knife on her hip. She was shocked by the anger the simple questions had sparked when so far all she'd seen of Zera was a calm care free individual. He had calmed and continued to speak , she listened attentively, relaxing but still on guard around the young man. When he'd finished she tried to think of something, anything to say but nothing came to mind. What did she say to that? She knew how it felt to have others die for you, her own experience was far too fresh in that area.....She forced herself not to dwell on it, not now. She could do that later. Right now she was busy. She still didn't know what to expect from Zera.

A few moments of silence passed before she opened her mouth to say something, maybe try to comfort him or maybe to change the subject, whatever it was it was lost as the sound of wooden wheels and the splashes of footfalls in the marsh began to echo in the din. Zamia walked up a small bank right next to their campsite and was horrified at what she saw. Through the marshes marched a group of people, maybe a dozen or more men and women walked, chains around there hands and feet connecting them to the person in front of them. They walked slowly through the swampy water, the muddy bottom gripping at their feet and causing their progress to be slow and stumbling.

Three men on horseback rode near the chain, there horses walking on what little solid patches of ground were to be found and forcing the prisoners to walk deeper into the bog. "Come on trash, hurry along!! I've an appointment and if i'm late for it then you'll regret it, don't think i'll have any reservations about it either. You're branded. You're lower then dogs, or you will be soon as the iron hits you. get used to it!" He told the people, his voice full of contempt as he pulled out a short chain and hit the nearest prisoner in the head with it. The man stumbled and fell into the murky water, his entire body disappearing beneath the surface and many other slipping below the filth as well as his weight drew them down, causing a bout of laughter from the three men on horseback. Zamia gritted her teeth in rage as she looked down at the scene, her vision swimming with red. She looked down at the two on horseback with utter hatred and took a step forward, her hand reaching for the knife on her leg as she did...
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