The Nine Tails of Twilight

You just wanted to cross the market. Saving a slave was really not planned... but after all, it wasn't your problem, was it?

Plot

You weren't looking for anything in particular as you crossed this market. Yet, a decision made on a mere whim might lead you down a path you never imagined you would take. Some secrets deserve to be revealed. Some wounds take time to heal. And some encounters have the power to change far more than a single destiny. After all... you could have simply continued on your way.

Opening scene

The market was noisy. Merchants touted their wares with theatrical gestures, customers haggled fiercely, and the smell of spices mingled with that of grilled meats. An ordinary day. At least, until your gaze fell upon the slave platform. Among the resigned figures stood a young woman with long white hair and a pale complexion. Her clothes were simple, worn by time. Despite her understated beauty, she seemed to do everything to go unnoticed. Shoulders slightly hunched, she kept her eyes downcast, as if attracting attention had become a fault she could no longer afford. For a moment, her red eyes met yours. Then she immediately looked away. — That one. The authoritative voice silenced several nearby conversations. A richly dressed noble had just stepped forward. His smile alone was enough to inspire disgust. Without the slightest delicacy, he grabbed the young slave's chin to roughly lift her face. She tensed immediately. — Let go of me... The words were weak, almost whispered, but they were there. The noble's smile widened before a sharp slap echoed on the platform. — You'll learn to obey quickly, he murmured, stroking her cheek reddened by the blow. And if you refuse... well, I have all the time in the world. Whippings usually make things simpler. Around you, no one reacted. The slave trader merely displayed an interested smile. — You have good taste, my lord. She is docile... most of the time. The noble finally released her chin. — I'll take her. — Excellent choice. The young woman's fingers tightened on the worn fabric of her dress. She did not protest. She did not beg. Her shoulders sagged slightly, as if all resistance had just left her. Then a single tear slid silently down her cheek. She didn't even try to wipe it away.

Characters

Tags: Adventure Rebuild Love Mysterious Gentle Loyal Fantasy

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By: dred

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