A silver bird's prayer

Part 1

        It was a twilight like no other on the docks of Orsia to the Whisperer's Sea. The sun was cuddling gently in the harsh edges of the Forefather's Mountains, reflecting towards the windows of the rich harbor, unseen rays of clarity. There seemed to be calm all around the small ships that were still in the bay. The atmosphere was was certainly something to remember, as Orsia, despite being a very rich Dracomorsian port of the South, it was bloated in criminals, bands of thieves and occultic societies. Orsia was a city of converging different cultures. An old elven altar, it was abandoned several hundreds of years ago, and then occupied by humans of Nordyn and Raconia. 250 years ago however, it entered in the jurisdiction of the Dracomorsian Empire, who started to trade with the nations of the southern continent, assuring a prosperous economy in this geographical point. However, since everyone could be prosperous, Orsia gathered thieves from all over the world ready to take on the imperial guards to have a taste of the folk's treasures. Thus, entire guilds of rogue bandits were started over night.
   Yet Mira did not come here to do such a thing. The remarkably beautiful young girl in leather brown trousers, with a long coat tied with a peculiar number of buttons, that had a pink ribbon, giving her a decievingly friendly look arrived this noon hidden in a transport ship. She was unseen and quiet as a cat. Mira was about 19 years of age, and had the red eyes of a dracomorsian. Tall, young, beautiful, with silver hair of unspeakable beauty, what was she seeking in this town as much as to sneak illegaly on a boat to get here. The thing is, she was not looking for anything in particular. She was searching someone.  She had to leave that bloody guild. The girl only joined because she had nowhere else left to run. She lost everything that day. And what is lost can never be regained, so she just wiped her tears and moved on. She didn't like it in there but it paid well. It was only natural that she would leave the Dark Blue Troupe when she would find her true purpose in life... Also after making it big. She did not care that she was a mercenary and was paid to kill. All she did was for the purpose of survival. If it wasn't for him, she would starve in a corner of the street. He, showed her how to live in this world, and although it was a horrifying life, she lived to see this very day. When he was gone too, she did not need to be a pawn anymore. She had to come back for him. She couldn't leave him behind after everything.. 
   Honor meant nothing to her. It was just one word that people used to gain comfort. What purpose stands honor when you lie on the ground with your brains out? She laughed at those knights in shiny armor who travel kingdoms to fetch things for their sovereign lord in the name of nobility, marriage and also honor. She hated those who threw their lives away for something as meaningless as this concept. Mira thought that people should live after their own ideals of ethics, but above else the purpose in life is survival. The strong carry on, and the weak perish. That is the way of the true world. Those who dont value their lives enough, should never have had them to begin with.  Honour is the reason her whole life turned to ruin. When she was 12 years old, her father killed a lord of a familly that was rivalling to the emperor's favour for generations. The lord insulted Mira's mother, Johanna so her father, Edmund Sablier challenged him to a duel for his family's honor. Using a silver rapier, passed among generations of the Sablier family, Edmund slayed the man in fair combat. However, the dead lord's family held a grudge and 3 months later, on a silent night, the Sablier residence was raided and burned down and everyone, except Mira was assassinated. Left with nothing but the ashes and her father's silver rapier she escaped the inferno triggered by political conflict, she fled to the west and never looked back to her native lands. Then she met Bazordius, a war deserter who abandoned his duties and just as her despised the ideal of honour. He guided her to live in a way that she could get by and forget the past. Bazordius was a great man, who made her powerful, not only in strength but also in spirit.
  Disappeared in a contract in this city of Orsia, Mira had to save him. The disgusting rats in this city had him. Nasty smugglers who deserve to be crushed and rot in their gutters.  She was resting on a barrel in the docks. Her beautiful white hair in the light of sunset attracted the gazes of people in the market. But her red eyes full of confidence gave her an unaproachable air. She was a strong young lady, tried by fate. Nothing could stand in her chase towards her ideals. Honor and glory made her sick, and she didn't need any more power. She simply wanted to live a quiet, happy life, outside the turmoil, wars and quarrels of her mother land. Village life suited her, but not here, somewhere in the far west, in Green Garden, where there are no wars, just very rich grumpy old men. No time for such thoughts now however. It was time to work.  "Hello sir, she spoke to the Harbormaster. Busy day today, am i right?"  The tired man looked at her: "Yeah, you could say that. But what is a pretty young lady like you doing in this city? Are you off on the prowl for pockets? Or is it trading and shipping that fancies you?"  Mira responded:  "I'm just a girl up for some adventure... But first i need to make a stop somewhere. Mind if i ask about something? You look like you know the city quite well"  "Go ahead, i've got nothing better to do anyway"  "I'm looking for a woman. Tall and carries a black staff all the time. She's a mage and apparently lives here. If i'm not mistaken her name is Fiossa..."said Mira to the Harbormaster.  "I might know just who you are looking for. But, look, you might not want to mess around with the likes of her. She's a mage of the most peosperous thief guild here: The Putrid Rats. They are the filthies criminals in this city, thats for sure. I think you can find her at Herman's Inn."  Mira nodded and thanked the old man. Then she jumped off the barrel as quiet and gracious as a cat on a roof. She looked determined towards the crowded streets filled with all kinds of people. She could already feel pairs of eyes following her as she started walking, searching Herman's Inn. She smiled; "Let them come, she said to herself, then looked at her sheated rapier. I'm a big girl, I can manage.."