Eterna

Chapter 1

SHE WALKED through the town with her cloak hiding her face and figure from anyone. She had her dagger at the side of her arms, under her hips, lending her easy access. She could feel the peoples stares and glares that were burning her back and front.

But she didn't care. She was only there for the shelter through the darkness. So she was going to be here until the sun would rise. The only problem here was that she needed shelter but didn't know where to find it, any sane person would not allow any person with a cloak and dagger inside there house.

She passed butcheries, small huts but no inns. She was sure there had to be an inn for the travellers, but there was nothing. what was she going to do? She couldn't just walk till it was noon again, even Gods had limits. She knew that and she was in no mood to entice a person to let them into their house, she didn't want to be involved with anyone. She saw a building with the words 'bakery' neatly written on it.

She walked towards the building and got in. There was a long table with many sits, few were left empty. The people sitting there were cheering, laughing and talking, they all seemed drank. It made her wonder if this place was a bakery. There was another large table on the left where there were delicious loaves of bread and cakes, there was also some ale in a large jar and some sits. Behind the table stood a young, charming man with an apron on. He had dirty blond hair and a swarthy unshaved jawline, with dark brown eyes, he was lean but not too muscular. she walked to the table and took an empty seat.

"Evening." She greeted the man.

"Evening." He greeted back with the saddest voice she had heard this month.

"I'll get three glasses of ale." She was exhausted and needed nothing more than drowning her sorrow and past with the sweet liquor.

He served her a glass of ale, he had the jar in his right hand ready to refill the woman's glass in no time. " Seems to me I'm not the only one who hates evenings," he said whilst looking at the now empty glass. He then filled it to the ridge again.

" Seems to me, that something happened to you that makes your evenings less enjoyable." She stated will looking at him, it was so easy to read the marks of despair in his face and body language. His back was hunched and his head was leaning more to the front rather than upright.

"Life. Life happened. one second you're happy with your loved ones and getting great opportunities in your life the next your...your just gone to the dogs." They made eye contact. it was unmistakable, she could see it, the sorrow.

"Sounds to me you didn't choose your opportunities right and you still don't. Why? you, yourself don't know. You are drowning but decided not to look for anything to help you. You choose to drown until someone decides to save you, but that's not happening anytime soon so you must become a drowning man will clutching at a straw, until you can find the right straw to save you or you could just be risky and try to swim, the thing about that is that you never know where you will end up." She said with no pity but truth.

"You speak from experience, Yes?"

"Yes," she assured. " But in life, you never know your drowning till someone tells you otherwise," she said as he filled her cup again. "Does the bakery allow people in for the night?"

"No, but if you follow the road you will be sure to come across an inn," He said as she stood to live.

"I will be going now. Be sure to look for straws." She said as she went back to the road.

She followed the road as told and found two inns but they were both full so she kept walking till she came to a crowd of people doing all sorts of staff. She looked at the sun's direction. The sun was slowly reaching for the land. From its position, it must have been five pm. The people had already started taking their clothes from the clothing line, well, only the wives and children did, but the men just stood near the bonfire looking at and praising the slangs dancing. They were all drunk and stupid.

There were at list ten to twenty-five men watching the 'show'. Children were running to there houses with pots filled with food and water. And some run with clothes.

The men laughed when one of the dancers removed the clothing covering the top half of her body. The other dancers seemed shocked. The was only one man sitting, he seemed to be the most powerful of them all. Powerful in money. He had his legs wide open and a pipe in his left hand and on his right was a small sack filled with gold coins. He looked old and wrinkled with the most horrid smirk.

Dirani didn't even glance at them. As she walked by, the noise changed into mumbling, they were looking at her. From her small figure, they could tell that she was a woman. They seemed interested.

"Why don't you come here little girl, it isn't safe to be all alone." Said one of the disgusting men. When he said that cheers of greedy laughter erupted from the men. She was disgusted. They had wives and children and yet they were not satisfied with that, but I blame both them and their wives because they can't even keep their husbands under control. She thought.

Well, she was right but there where good people in the village like the baker. He was a softhearted man if you ask me I would say to soft-hearted. Why? The reason is he had so many opportunities in his life because of his character but always gave them out to his beloved ones who would end up betraying him, like his wife who just left him to show these men the top half of her body or maybe more.

Diana deliberated, on killing them or not. She chose not to they hadn't tried to do anything.......yet.

Well, the men got more and more interested in mocking the "Little girl". Dirani just kept walking and ignored them but when she heard a girl screaming and the men laughing even harder she stopped walking and turned around. These knob heads, arse-lickers..... She cursed under her breath.

The seated old man was now standing will pulling a teen girl by the hair and dragging her." You are going to keep me company today during the dark.". He had ripped her dress but it still covered her in the right areas. A small boy cried and tried striking the man's hand on his sister. The men snickered. Dirani's hands curled into fists, she knew not to lose control.

One of the men cackling saw Dirani looking there way and said, "Oh look, the little girl is interested." He inched closer to Dirani with his greedy arms spread out to capture her if she tried to escape. " Maybe we should give her what she wants".

Diana gave him a killer look, no seriously, he fell on the dirt holding his neck as if he was not able to breathe. All the other men looked at the mysterious woman and the man on his fours choking to death. The old man quit his harassing and just watched the beautiful woman put a man to his death with only a look.

She looked up at the men and her eyes were concentrated on the boy still hitting the old man. The old man was instantly headless because of the weird-looking bloodied dagger on the wall thrown by Dirani. The men instantly backed-off when Dirani stalked to the almost half-naked crying girl.

Dirani took off her cloak and gave it to the girl. The small boy instantly hurled himself on his sister. The men finally had a good look at Dirani. She was beautiful with long dark curly and silky hair with the body of an athlete. She had dramatic green and grey eyes. She was taller than ordinary women. She was a true sight. She wore black assassin garments to move and fight freely without any bother. "An assassin!" one of the men shouted.

The men immediately started running into the safety of their homes with the dancers.

She held out a hand for the girl so that they could go before the fog came. But it was too late.

The Fog had already reached them.