Chi

Liesel put her sketchbook away, rising from her chair. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ears, gazing down at her newest drawing; a black dragon. Liesel’s beliefs layed heavily in the mythological and said to be fake creatures. The young female paused and added the date at the bottom of the page in a scribble: October 1st, 4083. Liesel had been at the age of eighteen last year, 4082. She’d be nineteen in December, her favorite month. Not because her birthday was in the month, but because of the legend of the white dragon. They symbolize death; but would only appear in bad weather conditions, most commonly in snow, winter. It was said to be called Chi, which meant blood. It was uncommon but not rare to snow in the village of Libinya, where Liesel resided. The village was ruled by a tyrannical dictator. This small village, Libinya, was always gray and smoggy; heavy, thick black clouds eternally protruding from factories and buildings. Not many houses, just factories. Those who had long shifts simply lived in the factories. The only nice building was the dictator’s.

         Liesel strained to button on her coat, her hands, large from cracking knuckles, pulling the sides of her overcoat together. She didn't have sufficient money to buy new clothes, nor has there been a tailor since the previous one was executed for an affair. Upon finally having put on her coat and boots; which were the male model, Liesel left her poor home. Her house was un-painted drywall, un-tiled roof, and various--though dusty and old-- furniture spread about. The few homes in Libinya were like this. Liesel was on her way to work; which was the highest-paying job in her village.

         For thirty-seven cents per hour, Liesel found herself to be the richest of the peasants in Libinya. The dictator was obviously the richest of all, and was even the employer of Liesel. She wasn't pleased with her job nor her employer. Liesel would clean the palace and feed the animals, and, if requested, fulfill the needs and wants of her employer; or be executed.

         Upon completing her shift, Liesel took her time walking down the street. She spotted a poster and stopped to read it. It was a ‘WANTED’ poster; something very common. “Anonymous. Wanted for slaying.” A picture of a handsome fellow was underneath, an attractive male with brown eyes and hair, an angled yet square jaw, and light facial hair. Liesel sighed and walked away, down the street.  Liesel decided to trek through the woods. When she reached her house, she cut through the small passageway between her small house and the factory next to it. Villagers were not permitted in the woods, and many fences had somehow been compiled into one, large thick fence; in attempts to keep villagers out. Lucky for Liesel, she had a tool box rich with instruments in her house. It was forgotten and left behind by a construction man upon fixing a wire that had run through her house to connect something to the palace down the street. Liesel was lucky to be living so close to the dictator’s residence. She, from the toolbox, always kept some instruments in her pockets and even bra. She used them nearly everyday to bend some of the fencing to squeeze through, and bend it back neatly afterwards.

         Returning home in slight sadness, Liesel looked behind her once more. She felt her long hair whip her face as she gazed into the woods with longing eyes. “No-one’s here?” she asked, though she was aware no one really was. Liesel always clung to believing dragons were real. The white, death-symbolizing dragon should be appearing soon; though Liesel wanted to see it now. The young female suddenly heard a grunt from behind her. Liesel began to arouse her excitement, and slowly looked behind her. She frowned when she only saw a boar, common in Libinya. She forcefully stepped forward in attempts to startle it, but it only lowered it’s head. Liesel angrily shoved it on it’s side before it could charge and began walking off.

         Oddly pleased at the scent of her own blood, Liesel only smiled as she pulled the boar out of her with a hardened face. It had gorged and deeply pierced Liesel’s lower abdomen, leaving her bleeding. She strongly heaved the boat, chucking it to her right; sending it flying. Since her incident with her mother, she’s been used to having defending herself. Her mother was what Liesel hated to talk about. She hated her mother so; even before her… odd and sudden death.

         Staggering back in the direction of her home, Liesel suddenly stopped. She felt as if she heard an animal lapping something up.

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