A/N: Inspiration on the old Inn :D
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The sea of clouds.
It stretched as far as the edge of the horizon, drifting leisurely with the summer breeze. Zoe had been staring at it for a while, finding a piece of tranquility on how free the clouds could be. The air was fresh, so clean, yet it didn't relieve her from her pain. The numbness in her palm was gone, but the image of Darcy's face was burnt in her memory. At the back of her mind, a small voice kept feeding her with guilt.
She allowed her anger to take actions and no matter how sorry she was and no matter how much she wanted to take back the harm she had done, it was all over, just like a crumpled paper that could no longer be perfect again.
"Why exactly do you want to be the Heroine, Zoe?" the mysterious woman's voice rang in her mind.
It pained her, yet after a few moments of contemplating, she had finally understood why she had been acting like she was. It wasn't merely for adventure or because she was bored in their mansion. It had nothing to do with protecting those people who could not stand for themselves or making each realm a better place.
It was all for herself, to fill that gap in her life which she considered meaningless. To call her life worth living and to wake up each day with a purpose much bigger than her.
"My, my," the man said, cutting her train of thoughts.
Zoe veered to its direction, her red hair whipped around her face with the gentle wind. Standing just a few feet away were two men in their early thirties, chasing each other's pot-belly. And just by the look of them, she knew that they spell out trouble.
Her eyes caught something glinted from their hands and her stomach instantly twisted into a knot. They were holding a pocket knife, tossing it between their hands and fingers with such precision.
"This is the second redhead for today," the smaller man said in a muffled tone, revealing his yellowish teeth as he grinned. "Boss will reward us handsomely, Dag!"
The guy named Dag slowly licked his knife, flashing Zoe a gaze so menacing she sprung to her feet. She didn't expect to relive Darcy's tale about red-haired people being killed. A lot of things occupied her mind that she had almost forgotten.
"Two men versus one girl?" She placed a hand on the tree as her knees gently shook, her eyes threw glances on her surrounding, searching for a weapon.
"Don't take it personally, kiddo, we're just doing our job," Bob said.
"I know," she replied. "I'm just one hell of a sunshine for douchebags."
A green-yellowish goo shot from Bob's nostril when he snorted and it quickly disappeared when he took a sharp breath and Zoe saw his Adam's apple moved up and down, making her shudder.
"Did you just called us douchebags?" he asked, his voice clearer than before.
Zoe examined her arm and rubbed it gently. "I believe my douche bumps did."
"This girl and her guts!" The shorter man scowled.
But she simply flashed them a smug smile. "At least I have one. Compared to two men only good at growing pot-bellies."
"Bah! Too much talk! Resisting would only prolong your suffering, girly," Dag said with a raspy voice. "So be a good girl and let us finish this quickly."
Zoe chuckled, attempting to reduce the tension inside her. "I'd rather climb up to your Ego and jump down to your IQ level."
The two men exchanged glances before her words rendered meaning. They instantly glowered at her, applying more wrinkles on their forehead. She picked up the only rock on the grass, disgusted from its damp, moldy surface.
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