- - At Wits END
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Post by Aeris on Feb 21, 2008 8:26:35 GMT -5
Crystal ran straight out of the city gates, after her theft back at the market. She bolted like the wind, while ignoring the stares from passers-by, and did not stop until she reached her temporary campsite behind the canopy trees.
Crystal took in a deep breath, as her breathing continued as normal. What a rush...
It was until she reached the field near the trees, and quite a distance away from Sparta, did she stop to look at her prize. A new-forged dagger, with rubies lined at its hilt. Engraved upon it, was that of a celtic dragon entwining it. It was a beautiful sight, and Crystal has never stolen anything this....valuable. She did steal a sword from a idiotic guard near the temple, who was too busy eying the jewels for himself. It was then that Crystal tricked him, and ran off with a long silver sword, with a gold hilt.
Besides staring at the dagger in awe, she remembered the real reason for the theft. The bread and water. Without another thought, Crystal chomped down the small loaf of bread, and washed it down with the water in the flask. That's one meal down....
After eating her fill, she began to practice with the dagger. She walked up to an old willow tree, and began to engrave a circle upon the bark. It was then that she took a few hefty steps back, and threw it with much force.
The dagger cut through the wind, and embedded itself right next to the engraved circle.
This might take some time...., Crystal sighed.
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