Queen of daylight

Chapter three.

"If you get any close I just might punch you" Rune tells braelyn, them two are always arguing. I thought it was best not to tell them what happened yesterday about the imperial speaking Dalaritan cause that will just cause questions I don't have the answers to, but questions if my own rummage through my head giving me a horrible headache, could there really be a seventh born? "Who's on street duty" Davion asks sheathing his sword into his belt. "You did a good haul yesterday why don't you go again?" Kai looks at me with raised eyebrows "nope" i back out, I rather go digging in a swamp fighting with a dragon. "Oh come on your good at it" Rune says not looking at me but playfully slapping braes arm, she lets out a defeated sound, even when rune is play fighting his hits are still pretty damn strong. She ends up crumbling into a chair that's about to break.

Me, Kaiser, and Davion stand around the wooden table we use as basically everything, it's supposed to be a counter to put food and herbs on but swords and dagger occupy the space along with herbs and bread. Behind Davion and kai is a wall with a few wooden shelfs holding spices and pots while below it is another wooden table chopped up meat from the head almost covers the whole table. Next to that is a furnace that we barely use collection dust and dirt. To my right is just a wall with a window letting just the right amount of light in and to my left is the lounge room where all of our bed rolls are spread out, and a few chairs. It's a poorly made house and we were lucky to find such a shabby thing. "Pleaseee" braelyn begs looking up at me with her doe eyes. "Fine, fine" I sigh.

Im about to leave with a sword attached to my hip along with my crescent dagger father gave to me before he died. A loud bell rings from town square, this usually happens 2-3 times every week when the kings imperials sniffs out a few witches hiding among us in the village when they should be in the whisper woods-the place fae where banished to after they lost the war to king Lucian since then they send witches that use there magic to look like human and spy on us looking for a weakness to take down the king again. Of course they tried to banish us from the kingdom but the Eldridge fae queen denied our dity blood and we have no choice but to stay, she made a vow that we can step foot into the whisper woods but can stay there no longer than a day and if we do then the magic of the woods take us. No one has ever come out of the woods if the magic has claimed you.

Everyone is ordered to attend the hanging or burning even us, but they pay close attention to us from our last interference even with masks and hoods they pay close attention to everyone, so too risky to steal and too risky to not go so we have post pone our ideas. "Better get to it" Davion sighs and we all head out the door to town square.

The town square looks exactly how it sounds, an empty square surrounded by town houses owned by the upper class men. This is the only time peasants are allowed to step foot on this side of town, this side being much more lush than the slums. In the middle of the square is a witch in her mid 20s, rope round her neck, hands bound. The rope around her neck connects to a wooden beam above her which transforms into a deck with a hatch below her feet ready to be open with a rope that leads to an imperials hand.

A crowd is gathered all around us villagers in front and behind us, leaving me barely any room to move let alone breathe. My view of the hanging is blocked by a massive brute who decides to not have enough decency to stand at the back. "Ay, ay, ay, valox ataloz" (move twatt) I talk under my breath, he obviously heard me turning around to see the annoyingly perfect face from last night "oh great" I sarcastically smile at him "ah look who it is, the zyalo" he gives me a cold look "like I said I'm not a zyalo" i hiss "and like I said u carry on like one" he winks.

He's not in his imperial uniform but in a plain black tunic hanging low in his shoulder showing off his buff build and a dark shadow like tattoo of relics up his left arm ending at his collar bone moving towards his back which is probably covered in the same type of tattoos, they look as if they move like shadows swimming underneath his skin but I blink away the illusion and once again they are still. He notices my confusion and smirks "there's no shame in wanting to see me shirtless" I scoff, I seem to do that a lot around him. "How are you already healed?" I point to his abdomen that seems completely fine "that's none of your concern zyalo"