Vella sat at a bar with a beer cupped in her hands, and a cigarette between her teeth. Her long, black hair was tied in a braid that went down to her hips. At the moment she was wearing tattered black jeans, heavy black leather boots, and a gray T-shirt. A thin, silver ring, was slipped onto her middle finger on her right hand. And a leather jacket sat on the stool next to her, along with a dagger, sheathed blades, and a bow with a quiver of arrows.
She was thin and petite for her age, which was not a great thing, considering she had a drinking problem. She had been sitting there for only five minutes, when a large, muscular man came over to give her shit about being young and drinking.
"Hey, kid. Aren't you supposed to be at daycare?" He chuckled, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He took a swig from his bottle of whiskey.
"I don't know," she replied, "Aren't you supposed to be beating the shit out of your wife at home?" She jammed the short cigarette butt into the ashtray and took one last drink from the bottle of cheap beer.
"What did you say to me?" He breathed in her ear, his breath reeked of alcohol.
"Oh come on Jim, she's not worth it." said one of his buddies.
"You heard me old man." Vella said, standing from her stool, putting her face inches from his. Their noses almost touching.
"You wanna go, little girl?" Jim asked through his teeth.
"Fine, hundred bucks says you'll be on the floor screaming for mercy at my feet."
"And hundred bucks says you'll be crying for mommy out of this bar."
"Fine, no weapons or friends. Just us."
"Fine." He backed away and handed his drink to one of his buddies, "Make this quick."
"Will do." She said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
They got at a ready stance, opposite of each other. The man had his fists up, but Vella had her thumbs in her belt loops, like this was nothing.
"Ready? FIGHT!"
And like that, Jim came running at Vella at full speed and ready to hit. Vella didn't move. She sat there with her thumbs in the loops. The man neared, closer and closer. But Vella didn't flinch. Then when everyone thought that it was over and she had lost, she slid to the right, and the man slammed into the bar, covered in beer and splintered wood.
Only, Vella lost her balance due to the sight effects of drinking the equivalent of a keg of beer, and fell hard on her back. Pain shot up her leg, down to the bone. She sat up and examined the back of the calf, the source of the pain. A two inch, thin piece of glass was sticking out of her skin in a mess of blood. With a shaking hand, she slowly pulled the tinted glass out of the muscle and flesh with a small wince.
Dropping the shard on the ground, she pulled herself up with help from the side of the bar counter. With the toe of her boot on her good leg, she nudged Jim over to one side and squatted down next to him. She pulled out a gross, leather wallet from his pocket and fished around until she yanked out her winnings of one hundred dollars.
"Get back here, little bitch!" Jim screamed after her.
"No thanks." Vella yelled swooping up her black, leather jacket from the stool along with her weapons. She limped out the door, holding her middle finger up high for all to see. The door of the old, filthy bar slamming behind her.
The air was cool and empty. Nothing made a sound, except for the booming music from the bar. Vella breathed in the radiated air and slid her jacket over her shoulders.
She grabbed a cigarette and lighter from the inside pocket of the cool leather, and let the smoke fill her lungs. She exhaled, watching the beauty of the smoke make shapes against the dark sky. The moons where reflecting a light blue color over the dark dirt. The south moon loomed over Vella as if questioning whether or not to shine more light on her. The north moon cast a bright light over Vella's complexion, making her look like a ghost. The stars shined dimly compared to the moons.
Vella looked over at the north moon and saw that it was almost the time of passing-noon-when the moons cross paths. She walked until she passed out from exhaustion and hunger.
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The Descendents
AdventureWhen Vella finds out she's anything but ordinary in a world of dragons, elven people, and magic, her and her friends have to find the last of the deity, and stop a war.
