Chapter 1

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Small authors note before we begin. I know I have been very absent recently but please work with me. With schooling I don't have a lot of time on my hands. I want to say I am back but it is gonna be slow. These chapters wont be updated frequently with the lack of time but they will be updated timely. This story is something new that I'm running with. The names that'll be mentioned are given from friends of mine. These characters are theirs. We will respect that no use of them will be used besides within the automatic pages of this book. I have asked for permission before hand to use them and i have said permission. If you have any questions for me please feel free to leave them in the comments. Chapters will hopefully be longer in the future and i hope you all enjoy.

Also credit to the author of the picture. I wrote out the inn before I found a picture but this is roughly what i thought it would look like besides how nice looking on the outside picture it a lot more run down

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"Jess Welche by order of the Nightwell Fortress you are under arrest. Come safely and quietly" A guard spoke from the doors of the pub the small girl sat in.

The bar was small probably about 10ft by 20ft, enough room to have a small bar and a few chairs and tables scattered around. It was a small run down place that only regulars went to. It was out of the way to the West bordering the West territory and the North West territory.

The girl tucked away in a cloak tossed her drink back before setting her glass back down waving the barkeep to refill it. She was sure they didn't know which girl was which but it only made the smirk she had grow

"You seem to forget the palace has no control in this area" The barkeep said as she refilled the girls drink.

"And you'd be dealing with what government is here if you chose to continue your suit of action" A male spoke up from the far side of the pub. The girl the guards were after hadn't realized when he showed up but seeing as he was talking she was sure he had the upper hand.

The way the man was dressed told her all that she needed to know. he may have had a lot more cleaner clothes, no tears, rips, sweat marks but he dressed as if he traveled. Actually he wasn't the only one.

As the girl looked around she noticed four others all tucked into different corners. A girl sat towards the far South corner of the bar. She was tucked away unnoticed but the way the small pink untucked hair seemed to give her away. She didn't seem to act like the rest here. She watched cautiously but also seemed to contemplative. The man that currently stood in front of the guards seeming to be discussing something, seemed to have came from the Westish side of the room from a group of men that now seemed to be watching their friend with worry and wonder. To her left and in the far right corner she could see a man sat almost as if the commotion seemed to interest him. He had been dressed plainly almost in commoner clothes but also as if they had been tailored to adventured in or to fight in. She couldn't tell without getting closer look. As she turned her body she noticed further from the seemingly calm male in the corner she noticed another male this one in fairly colorful clothing. If she would've known better he in her opinion looked like a jester. The small demon tail seemed to be what actually gave the boy away.

The girl looked back over as the guards scoffed at something the man said before he waved to his friends and they left. The girl could perfectly relax though had it not been her keen eye to detail, she noticed the man that had been talking with the guards walk over. He leaned on the bar and the brunette could get a better look. The man to her left had almost short curly black hair, his skin was dark, not like the tans you'd see on the commoners that worked in the fields in the east, this was almost a dark chocolate brown. His clothes had been nice but wrinkled as if they were folded, something she thought wouldn't be there.

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