[Disclaimer/Warning: Smoking is bad for your health]
Autumn Faith, quickly and stealthily came up to the woman, who was facing out of the doorway at this point in time. Autumn pick-pocketed the woman, with sharp precision. The woman was holding an object to her ear in the hand, and spoke into it.
"I'm at work. Just having a quick smoke... uh-huh?... Yeah?..."
Autumn smoothly moved away from there undetected. She went back to the room where she had woken up, sat on the bed and analyzed her new found possessions. Among these possessions were some of those little-stick-things. An object that lights up a spark of flame. And some other bits and pieces.
For now though, Autumn was tempted to find out about the whole inhaling-the-fumes experience.
The woman, after a long talk with the object that she had held by her ear, started to pace around, seemingly lost.
"Where did I put my stuff?", she mumbled to herself.
"Are you mad?", one of the girls said, giggling at the woman.
Autumn Faith spent a lot of the day, inhaling fumes. It felt heavy inside her lungs. But she enjoyed it in some strange way.
Nightfall came, and Autumn Faith was almost sleepy. She decided to pray before she would fall asleep.
"O, mighty Variel! God of War. O, beautiful Harmony! Goddess of Peace. Save me from Hell. Grant me ability. Answer my prayers, I say", said Autumn Faith.
Then as her head was on the pillow , and the duvet was over her, she remembered a prayer from her distant childhood memories.
"All Hail, Haydorel!
Ruler of the Realm of Dreams.
Where Visions are Envisioned.
Mysteries Magically Revealed.
Destinies Understood, Unveiled".
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Autumn Faith
FantasyThe war between good and evil had been raging. And it was now up to Autumn Faith to attempt to bring about victory for the side of good. Through the desperate times, the people needed hope. (Some surreal elements included in this fantasy story)
