Innocent

~2~Xki (skaɪ)

Azalea

I've never met a woman that had such a fierce mouth. You could even hear a little bit of an Arabic accent. Most of the time people already know who I am and try to avoid me, but her, but Azalea confronted my couriosity. Under the protection of the nightsky people can have the courage to do anything.

The king has sent me here under strange orders to find a man who has been the cause of trouble among the people of Ashenreach, this man was said to have killed many of our soldiers and is becoming a threat to the people. We have no infromation as to what this man looks like only that he goes by the name Nyx.

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I awake in the early morning before the sun has risen above the mountains, I draw myself a bath to soak in. I know I should be thinkning about finding Nyx but all I can think about is the girl from last night. I couldn't see any part of her, but her voice haunts me. She seemed so innocent but at the same time all of my instincts were saying otherwise, I guess I can't really judge if she was faking anything, I easily am able to slip a mask on and off.

I am disturbed from my thoughts by the banging on my inn door, "Hey Xki, are you up?"

"Yes, I'll be right out, any news?" I replied as I get out of the tub.

"I asked around, all the people in the alleys said that he is a warrior from the gods, the people in the houses say that he is a curse to humanity. I looked around for people who have seen him and they all say he has no soul, they all said that it was beaten out of him." I listen to him finish, that story sounds so similar to mine.

I fling the door open after getting dressed and head into town with Varin following close behind. Everything looks perusual nothing looks out of the sorts, until I see a young little read head sitting on a curb covered in mud. I begin to walk towards her, she looks up at me with wide curious eyes.

"You lost young one" I ask lowering myself to her level.

"No, I'm quite alright. Are you lost? Never seen you 'round these parts before." her voice is unwavering which is suprizing considering most children her age living on the streets are still timid from being caught and beaten.

"Well, I am looking for a special someone. You might know him." I say lowering my voice.

"Oh really? And who is this someone?" she asks looking around as if she has other place to be.

"Nyx." is all I say, I see a flash of something, recognition maybe, before she wipes her expression of her face.

"Nope, never heard of him." she responds nochalantly.

"Liar liar pants on fire." I say in my sing-song voice.

I'm about to ask another question but before I can she starts yelling, "Jundiun. Jundiun. Jundi almalik."

She leaps to her feet and sprints as fast as she can for the alley way behind her. I stand swiftly and begin to folow. She makes many turns, she knows her way around. I almost grab onto her arm when I collide with a short figure and topple to the ground. I help the person I tripped over back to their feet, her feet. She is beautiful, she has the most consuming eyes I have ever seen, they're such a deep violet they are almost black, they suck you in like a blackhole. She has long loucious curls that are held in a loose tie, her hair is a dark color of green I have ever seen before, even darker than emerald.

I hear her say a long chain of words in another language, I don't know what she says. "'atfal 'aghbia'a, yajib 'an 'uhamiahum dayman, fa'ana la 'uhibuhum hataa walakinani huna 'ukhatir bihayati alati la tuqadar bithaman li'iinqadhihim." she looks up and meets my eyes with hers, "Oh my, I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. I am always looking at my feet, I do hope you can forgive me." she says bowing her head low in apology.

"That's fine. Did you happen to see where the girl with red hari went?" I dismissed her.

"No, I'm so sorry. Is there anyway I can be of help?" she asks.

"Do you know anyone who lives here by the name Nyx?" I study her face carefully, usually people can't hide their emotions well.

She face shows now changes, no reaction at all, "No, I'm sorry I can't be of more help to you, I have never heard the name."

I say no more as I walk away from the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Too late do I notice my coin pouch feel awfully light. I bring my hand to my pouch, that little thief, I whip my head around but the girl is gone, no proof she was ever here in the first place. It all happened so quickly my mind begins to dought it ever happened in the first place.

I return to my room at the inn later that day. I peel off the sweat drenched clothes I have and then draw another bath. While in this bath I can't help but compare the girl from last night to the girl from today, the one last night had the smallest hint of an accent and the one from to day spoke in Arabic and had a heavier accent. The girl from last night had power laced beneath her voice rather thab the girl from today seemed timid and fragil.

I must keep my mind on my task, it's what I do. It's the only thing I have ever known how to do, yet these two girls are messing with my mind. I don't even know how to react, I'm supposed to be feared and serve the king without a second thought, without emotion, I can't help but feel fear from all these emotions that I haven't felt for over a decade.

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Thank you so much, I think I'm going to try and update every Friday.