The Arcana

Luvieré

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         I straddled my horse and took off in full gallop. I headed into the forrest and let my mind be filled with my troubles. I did not know who this woman was, who I was becoming. I had just murdered a man in cold blood. It's true that he did drug me and was trying to harm me like his other victims but there was something else about what happened that I couldn't shake. I had liked it. Dare I admit that I loved the thrill of slicing his throat open and letting the red liquid ooze out. Just as the forrest broke open to reveal a deep river I halted the stallion and jumped off as I ran to a bush and threw up the rest of the contents in my stomach.

        As I grabbed on to a large oak tree I let what happened fully hit me. I staggered and screamed in anguish, never in my life had I ever given in to the darkness that lay dormant inside me for so long. I thought to myself pittyingly: You can touch but you must pay a price. I was a beautiful rose but I knew I had my thorns, each one being deadly weapons against any who were near to me. I looked over and noticed the river and looked down to my blood covered clothes. I slowly started and then changed my pace to a full out run as I scrubbed away the blood. I scrubbed harder and harder hurting my skin but still not feeling like I had gotten the blood out of my claws. I finally submerged my whole body under the water to calm myself down.

        Once I reemerged I slowly removed each of article of my clothing until I wore nothing at all. Taking a bar of soap from a bag tethered to my saddle I soaked in the river. I scrubbed using less force to clean the grime off my body and once I was done I floated on my back, closing my eyes and just cleared my mind. I thought of noting and let the flow carry me, after awhile I thought I heard someone but when I looked back no one was there. Putting my clean but wet clothes back on I headed back out again. I was going to get my freedom back and if anyone stood in my way, well they wouldn't be left standing for long.

        I rode hard for the remainder of my journey and made it after sunset to the city that I grew up in. The Citty of Lux was known for its night time lights and parties. This was where all the rich came for enjoyment and the streets were littered with whores ready to pleasure the wealthy men with full pockets. I reminisced all the good and bad memories I had here, this was where I grew up and learned that the world was imperfectly cruel to those who were not rich and powerful. I didn't have many friends due to my line of work and I had no living relatives that I knew of leaving me lonely for the comfortable company they would have held. 

        I walked down the busy streets and looked out to the hustle and bustle of the normal human's lives. I saw young beautiful women escorted by their suitors to the opera house, families walked out of the art museums, and young boys played catch on the side of the street. I regrettfully turnedaway from the simplicity of the sights and walked into the back of a whore house. Once inside I followed the hallway ad took a left, that was where all the rooms were. All the doors looked the same and to the untrained eye you couldn't spot the difference and many have gotten lost before. To me I could easily walk down the halls and passed the identical doors with the ease of my memory. I finally went down a set of stairs and arrived to my destination. Opening up one of the doors I saw my keeper sitting at his desk relaxing before a nights hard work no doubt.

        Upon seeing me enter his office his relaxed manner quickly changed to shock. His feet hit the floor from where they previously sat ontop of his desk. He quickly stood up and was left speechless, apparently he didn't expect me to come back so soon, or at all. Displeased by this I frowned deeply and Luvieré flinched. I addressed him coldy with eyes hard and dissaproving.