Blinded (GxG)

INTRODUCTION

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Mora~

For her whole life Mora wondered around endlessly. She travelled from town to town and even across the sea more times than she can count.
Mora was mistaken for a heartless theif and murder and is even the most wanted person in most kingdoms but the truth is she is just a scared girl without any memories put in a body of a strong woman.

Memories. A thing worth more to Mora than any peice of gold or jewl she posses, something she strived to receive.

Mora quietly climed from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows. Clueless town people doing their business under her feet. Mora held to the branches as if her life depended on it with each swing cause in reality it did. One simple slip and she is a goner.
Mora shook off the urge to stop her climbing and watch the people below with envy. They had everything she didn't. They had everything she ever dreamed of.

Without a second thought the dark hooded figure soundlessly jumped on the earth below her and behind a thick layer of trees so no mindless human would find her.
Mora swiftly made her way threw the trees as if she knew the forest like the back of her hand, the truth is she never even been to this kingdom. Or at least she doesn't remember.
Mora continued her sneaking or rather stalking. She wasn't here just for gold. Mora came for revenge.

The poor man wondered through the forest carelessly without a doubt he had no idea that the famous killer stalked him only a couple feet away.
When Mora had the chance she jumped forwards and wrapped her delicate hands around the older man's forearm.
Mora kicked him in the back of the legs before he had anytime to register what was happening causing the man to fall on his knees with a heavy thud.

"Sir Gilbert of Rizuthage you are hereby sentenced to execution by Sir Fitsgerold for murder and fraud. Do you have any last words?" Mora spoke out loud and proud from under her hood. Tiny red curls loosely hung by her hidden face.
Sir Gilbert's face instantly turned as white as his hair as his hazel eyes begged her for mercy.
"P-please have mercy, I have a family!" The old man managed to croak out though loud sobs. Mora was lucky she managed to lure him deep within the forest so no villagers were close by.
When the old man realised that his pleas meant nothing towards the killer for she has heard every different beg over countless times.
"I can pay You!" Was his final attempt to save his wasteful life. He held back wails and sniffs as the warm tears ran down his skin cause he knew it would only make her kill him sooner.

"Scum like her deserve no mercy" Mora responded. Her lack of expression made her look as if she wasn't a woman but one carved from cold stone.
The man tried his best to stop his endless shaking or he might accidentally cut himself on the small kinfe hung closely to his neck.
With one final sob from the man Mora quickly slashed her knife across his neck and watched as his body fell to the grass under her feet.
Mora held back a gulp of nervousness. No matter how much she slautered every single one seemed to make time itself slow down as if time tried to make her realise what she has done was wrong, tried to make her regret but No matter how many times it's happened she swallowed down the regret and continued to survive.

Mora slipped the knife back into her belt and quickly left the scene and left the body to be found by another person another time.

Mora continued to creep through the familiar forest till she reached the river. Mora halted in her tracks before vending down to fill up her canteen.
Mora's reflection stared back at her but she didn't look for long at all cause the second the green eyes met her own she quickly looked down. Mora did not hate her looks in fact she didn't think much of it cause her hood most of the witnesses never get to see her face witch allows her to sometimes use her looks to get something she wanted without getting recognised.
After her canteen was completely filled she stood back on her feet again and waited.
This was the spot she was supposed to meet Kris, a servant boy of Sir Fitsgerold so he could pay her.
No person was dumb enough to try to double cross Mora, some have tried though thinking she wouldn't be able to reach them but she always prevailed in getting what she wanted.

A twig snapped to her right causing the red head to snap her head in the direction. Mora held back a smirk when the teenage boy stalked towards her. Cause of his small height the grass stood tall at the middle of his thigh even when it swayed in the wind.
"Do you have my prize?" Mora asked, her voice was surprisingly feminine and smooth with the contrast to her tough exterior.
Kris nodded and chucked her the brown satchel, it landed heavily in the woman's hand. "Twenty peices as you asked. You never fail to impress" Kris low voice reached towards her. A small smirk placed on his face that seemed to mirror her own.

Mora wasted no time and quickly opened the bag to count. Twenty gold peices lay in the brown fabric. "Good. Tell Sir Fitsgerold it was good doing business with him"

Kris nodded before bowing and walking the way he came, leaving Mora on her own. Mora never really lived on her own she traveled with her friend Elanor for as long as she could remember. Mora trusted her friend enough to not turn Mora in even though she has thousands of opportunities to do so and could win more gold than Mora could provide Eleanor never failed to be loyal.
Whenever the killer went to do her job Eleanor would stay at camp till Mora arrived back. Sometimes Mora wouldn't be back for weeks or even longer so instead of camp Mora normally settled for trees or secluded inns.

Mora attached the gold to her belt alongside her weapons. The red head wasted no time as she stalked to her way back to her only home. To her only friend.

- Author time :)
Hello guys. What did you think of the first chapter? This was only a introduction to one of the main characters Mora. The story will progress.
This is my first story by the way.
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