She was empty and lost and adrift. She wandered out through the early morning, Dastar and her last, final escape from the manor the last thing on her mind. The sea glimmered silver under the morning moon, sun almost risen. The sky was palest blue, with clouds streaked across the horizon. She reached the tops of the cliffs, pebbles rolling beneath her feet. And then she jumped, jumped out into the morning sky. She fell, fell through pastel air, light as a feather. Falling, falling, falling. Lost and adrift and falling. Until the black water slammed into her, into oblivion.
She choked out water, gasping at the pain through her arms and legs. Everything hurt. She paddled desperately, lungs clawing at air, coughing up more water. With a gasp, she puked, throwing up bile and empty stomach contents into the sea. She trashed, trying to keep her head above the water, but another spasm of pain took her, and she blacked out again.
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Golden Swords
RandomMycena Debronza has to give up her wild childhood of exploration and adventure when she's forced to marry. She's got to leave behind sword fighting and running in favour of learning the skills she needs for life in her husband's court, and she's got...
