Kira ran across the field, hearing the clank of armor and the pound of hoof beats behind her. An onlooker to the scene could tell by the clothes Kira wore over her pale skin that she was a runaway slave. The rag-like dress was the only thing in her appearance that really determined her class. Even with her hard life she was quite pretty.
But she’d had enough of being a slave and ran for it. And right then, as she glanced back at her pursuers, it seemed she wasn’t going to see freedom for a very long time.
Kira’s eyes were still on her pursuers when the field was replaced by trees far softer ground.
“She’s gone into the shwamp shir.” She heard a slurring man say.
She heard a horse whinny as it was pulled into a stop, “She’s as good as dead then. Let’s head back men, no slave’s worth going in there for.”
Kira slid to a stop as she heard her pursuers leaving. She’d gotten away, she was free! But then she noticed where she was. Many explorers that came by the castle she was a slave at told terrifying tales of the swamp, saying that horrifying creatures lived there that would enjoy tearing apart and devouring human flesh. Like everyone else she dismissed those tales as silly and childish, now that she was actually in the swamp the tales seemed all too realistic.
Knowing that only slave-hood awaited her if she went back, Kira started forward.
Kira had been walking for about an hour when she ran into…
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