Somewhere between Alzé and Ora
Salem, 1722
Mercy looks through the trees, the casting shadow shows it's somewhere around 7 o'clock. If the shadow moves much more it would be time to move to location B. Mercy was putting on her satchel, which had to be at least five years older than her, over her shoulder for the hike to the second location. The black satchel had seen better days when Mercy's mother had first got it. Mercy looked up to see Marilla come into view. Her long brown hair pulled up into a bun, black glasses that made her blue eyes pop, and a white lab jacket covered in what must have been miscalculation on mixtures. They both look around to make sure no one has seen them. "This is the best I can do for this month, I'm sorry" Marilla's frown deepens as she looks at Mercy's tattered clothes. "There are some clothes, food, and potions for if you run into the Gaurdains. Use them wisely, they are incredibly potent".
Mercy smiles and pulls Marilla into a quick hug before pushing her back towards town square. "Hows Esme?" Marilla takes off her glasses to clean them with part of her blue top, under the lab coat. "Shes so smart Mar, I swear she's as smart as you some days" Mercy beams as memories with her "baby" sister play in her head. Mercy would have to do the long version on the dirt with a nearby stick to double check the answer. Mimi was always right, when it came to math at least. A twig snaps, Mercy with the speed of light is behind a tree. Marilla is taking the bigger risk here. Mercy could stand to be tortured and killed, she had watched her grandmother do it. If anyone could do it, it was Mercy Wonder. A dark tall horse carrying his partner slowly trotted along the lining of the woods. "Ray" Marilla curties though it's not out of respect, more, doesn't want head leader of the Gaurdains to know there is an outcast not even fifteen feet from him. "Dr.McArthur" Ray nods. Mercy marks out a path with only her eyes, slowly creeping and crawling, avoiding all branches that could alert the Gaurdain she knew well, or, used to.
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Burning Wonder
FantasíaThe year is 1722, Mercy Wonder is struggling to survive. Ever since her grandmother was burned at the stake, after the trial in front of her whole town; her and her younger sister, Esme, had been on the run from the Gaurdains and Church.
