100 Years later. . .
In the shadows of a dark alley, where rain pours down and mist looms under an obsidian sky, a monster prowls.
Of course, you couldn't guess you are looking at a monster, this monster took the form of a ten year old girl named Amya, with short, ebony brown hair and eyes so dark they seemed black. She is easily mistaken for a child who got lost or separated from her parents, and you'd want to walk up to her and ask her if she's alright.
The short answer: She is lost, but following her parents would mean dying herself. No, she's not alright, how very kind of you to ask.
The rain patters down, like tears from a mighty dragon in the sky. This is why Amya doesn't need to cry. It's always overcast and stormy in this city. The sky cries for her.
She stalks through the open streets until she sees an alley, and a silhouette within. She isn't afraid, there's nothing to lose, so she slips through the gap between the two vacant shops and explores the shadows.
The silhouette doesn't move, whoever it is has not seen her and must be facing the other way.
But one detail of the figure is visible, and that's the main thing Amya is interested in: The coin purse hanging from the figure's belt, glittering silver and bronze. No gold, but still worth rather much.
Amya grins darkly, and unsheaths her knife.
The figure hears the blade's metal scraping against the hard leather of the sheath, and turns. Amya sees now that he is a treacherous, haggard looking man, with tattered cloak and bloody blade hanging at his side.
Amya waits no longer. In one swift motion, she throws the knife at an angle where it curves downward but comes up again, stabbing the man under his ribs from below. The man glares at her, and tries to run at her with his sword, but the little blade has hit the right point. He stumbles, choking - most likely on his own blood - until he collapses on the ground. Still. Dead.
As his last breath becomes lost in the cold, moist night air, another shattered shard drops from Amya's heart. Her heart was shattered long ago, but a piece is broken off every time Amya witnesses a death, even one she didn't cause. She never cares, that's one less shard to constantly ache after the momentary sting of it tearing away.
She feels only a pinprick of guilt, before she observes the body more. It is that murderer and scam artist from House Boatem, his face is on many wanted posters in the territory of House Jellie, where Amya is now. He'd stolen a very rare giant snail from Lord Racs, and is accused of other crimes as well.
His blade gleams with blood of all types, bronze blood of humans, silver of dragons, and golden of monsters. This is a bad man, and Amya had disabled him from doing any more bad things.
That pinprick dissipates. The heart shard, which had been hanging by a weak tendon before, falls away and shatters into even more, microscopic pieces on the wet, cold, cobblestone street.
Amya doesn't wince at the blood all over it as she pulls her dagger out of his corpse. She considers for a moment taking his sword, but decided it would be too suspicious being carried by a nine year old. She does, though, take the coin purse, and then tiptoes away, leaving the corpse for someone else to find.
She doesn't shed a single tear of her own as the sky continues to weep.
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