The Weight of Scales

Chapter Five

Still in the peak of midnight, streets still silent. But the tavern continues to be lively. With the continuous sounds beer glasses crashing into each other. Music started to get sloppy, as the musicians began to feel exhausted from all the fun.

Slowly people had started to trickle out of the place. Pitter patter of feet. Died down laughter. Groggy slurred conversations. Off balance walking. The sound of a large dog barking in the distance. Lights flickering from the insides of homes.

For now it was peacefully quiet.

Almost everyone is dead asleep in their form of comfort.

At the end of the road, in the dark, appeared floor level fog. Without a single notice by anyone or by anything.

The nearby lampposts' candles blew out. Without opening the container. However, upon the midst of the fog there was a dark figure. Hard to make out of what it could possibly be. Was it a solid human being, or the trick of the mind? The figure was tall. Has an average sized shoulder length for a woman. Just lingering in the shadows. With its gaze upon the tavern. Waiting for its prey to come out of its hiding place.

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Creaking of wood against a semi-thick wall. Mischievous giggles. Muffled noises in an enclosed room. Soft spoken sweet nothings. The erratic sound of lips smacking each other. To which went on for hours.

Tossing and turning. Covering ears with a pillow. And a cracked open window to let in fresh air. Or an easy way to escape the horrific nightmare.

Melyra laid there, staring at the ceiling. Both hands on either sides of the pillow against her ears.

"Agh" she groaned, quite annoyed.

The wick of the candle that sat on the side table was blown out. Letting the moonlight be the only resource of light. White curtains softly away from the cool breeze outside. Leather boots sat neatly at the end of the bed. Her corset set upon her small bag that she brought in from the wagon. Along with extra clothes. She was now wearing a white off-the-shoulder blouse, that the hem reached her mid thigh. And a pair of high waisted knee length shorts. Leaving the rest of her legs and feet bare.

After a few more minutes went by, she eventually took the pillow away from her muffled ears. Listening if her coincidental neighbors had finally finished. Never in her life would she had to be an innocent victim to be tortured into listening the vulgar event.

In relief, no sound. Nothing. Just the long awaited silence. Finally letting heavy eyes close. And drift off to sleep.

Unfortunately...Sleep will never be on Melyra's side for tonight.

There was sudden crash from next door. More like a giant thud. Instincts rushed in. Along with both adrenaline and a focused mind. Melyra grabbed her dagger still in its sheath, that was given to her by one of the elders. She swung the door open. Her heart racing. Jogging up to Nikolai's room. Wrapping her right hand palm into a fist, as she started to bang on the door.

No answer. Just muffled sounds of groaning in pain.

Bang, bang, bang against the door—again.

Finally, the door was answered by a young blond woman. Whom was wrapped in a white bed sheet. Her lipstick was smeared all over her lips. Hair was completely a mess. Breathing heavy. And diamond eyes piercing into the little bit shorter brunette in front of her. That seemed to want to tear the girl apart for interrupting an intimate moment.