Disguised as the moon

Chapter 2

Remoka perches on the edge of her chair, Whatching the sky, with its fluttering birds, from an opening in her roof, that released drops of water onto her pale emotionless face. She sighed at the thought of returning to the capital Tashusho. Hopefully she wouldn't need to return today, but the battle strategies she has been planning over the course of her returning trip, has but left her focused on nothing more. The Emporer would want to hear her plans, for this nation. She sunk to the ground and crawled under her tilted side of the roof, which separated the rooms, leading her onto the kitchen, where she started up her kettle.

Wizzzzzzzz, the kettle sang, she danced around her house avoiding any items of clothes or bits of wood on the floor. She quickly grabbed a thick prices of charred cloth from a cuperboard, then running to pick up on the handle over the fire place. She placed it over a hook lying in the breeze, with cooling water from her stream to lessen the heat.

Clouds were all that could be seen for miles, along with thunder. The brewing of a blank storm had fallen through their defense borders, unrecognized. Normally, when a storm goes to the society with out notice, they become frantic. She was placing buckets for fresh water outside while the greedy snuck around snooping and stealing from the shop keepers. Only then, were the farmers' and merchants' early markets be forced to be taken down.

She chuckled at the thought, maybe she might want to go to town after all. The rain always greeted her in a friendly way of such. She never did have to worry. She sheathed her sword, placed on her glinting, scratched armor, nocked an arrow and drew her bow. She kept a dagger up her sleeves and another inside her knee high boots. A loud thud shook the door, she narrowed her eyes while crouching down. She never had vistors, because no one ever came this far out into the woods, even within the boarders of the empire. Placing a hand firmly on the keyhole, careful not to jerk it open, she looked through the crack, while opening the makeshift door.
"About time you opened this door, it's freezing out here," the man said. Remoka turned around, avoiding any eye contact with the miniature man.
"The king sent me here, to receive you ma'am."He kept talking, in a deep raspy voice.
"No need to call me ma'am, sir" She stated, her voice growing intent."I was just heading on my way, but you are welcome to follow me back. Not many people make it back to the village from here without disappearing anyways." She said turning the last part into a whisper to where only she should hear. The man's eyes grew wide, and nervous. Later, traveling the path he began to stare at her, until she caught him and he automatically snapped out of it.
"Now look here, shorty," she started. The man' s face creased around his head, plus the fiddling with his thumbs, made him look offended.
"You, keep those eyes in your head, and we won't have a problem here. But disobey me and keep staring, you will never, ever, see another dawn. I mean it's not like I am an assassin, who has taken innocent lives or anything, just to kill one person." She stated." Do I make myself clear Mr. Peria?" She said raising her voice.
"Crystal" he piped up, bowing with respect.
They lead on their way, with Remoka keeping a close eye on him. With, Peria following beside her, gripping a small stick he found, in matters of something to happen. Peria kept skipping rocks across the earthen path.

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Three hours later, Peria walked through the East entrance gate of the council of Tashusho, with fresh scars and opened bloody wounds, running along his arms and face. Remoka on the other hand had a grim smirk consuming her face, as the only emotion she has ever shown.

"If you, Remoka, will please do the honors?" He hesitated, with a question. Remoka pulled off her black leather gloves, pointing her finger out as it glowed a deep and intense shade of purple. She placed her hand along the rocky formation, to the hall entering the building, and began to run, quickly her pace growing with great agility. She erupted to a jarring stop, twisting her glowing finger and placing her palm upside down, on a rock outside of the sediment foundation.

  A should door, arose from the earth. When the oak sorry settled, guards came poring out, line A running through with spears, and B, with shields. Talk about improvement, they must be listening to me, she thought to herself. She side steps, grasping Peria's arm and pulling him slam against the wall, banging his head, against the formation.

"Be careful, squirt." Remoka shamed.
"Unlike you and the army, I wasn't trained like you leagues." He started growing an attitude.
"Don't raise your voice at me. Remember that I saved your life when they came to take our children. I tried to save them. I tryed to save your newborn child. With no back up, I was unprepared. Now, if they come again I am prepared, and fully equipped with no one's help, but my own. You would have died if I haven't have stopped you, from fighting back!" She yelled letting go of his arm, leaving red marks on it, and opening the wounds up more.
"I would have rather died than my child, who was just brought to this world, new and afraid. Now he is forced to grow up, orphaned, never knowing love. Trading night and day, being starved to death, and sleeping every night on the floor, in a dungeon. I thought we were supposed​ to be the enemy, but the truth is they are!" He fought back tears, and took off his overshoot and began to wrap up his arm, he ran inside.