Wearing her white t-shirt and desert camouflage shorts with tan books and desert cloak, Leona walked briskly through the desert. On her back was her backpack. She had taken out the extra clothes in order to fit four gallon-sized containers of water. They were heavy, but so was a casket. The blonde opted to err on the side of caution and carry plenty of water... the slaves would need some when they were freed.
The guild hall was not very busy at the moment, so she took another freelance job to get more Jewels to save for a decent weapon. This job had more action than carrying a letter and was a lot less messy than cleaning stables. She was going after a slaver named Bladdi Maccoi. Her job was to defeat him and rescue the slaves he was taking to an unknown destination.
Leona almost laughed when she saw where she was going. She was going to Desierto. She never thought that she would be going back there so soon after being exiled. As long as she did not approach her home village everything would be fine. The chief specifically exiled her from the village, not the region.
Leona paused when she saw a series of footprints so close together that the makers might have been shuffling. She was on the right track. She continued to follow them, noticing that the sun was a few hours from setting. She had better hurry. Maccoi had a considerable head start and the blonde needed to close the gap before he got away.
She kept traveling until she spotted a young woman with waist-length blonde hair lying on the sand. She had shackles on her hands and feet... she was one of the slaves! Leona started running over to her when suddenly the ground gave way. She screamed and fell forward into sticky sand. However, it was not quicksand.
Quicksand did not form whirlpools. This had to be the work of a mage. But where were they? Leona attempted to scramble out of the sandy vortex, but her hands and feet were trapped. She slipped beneath the surface and felt the kind of despair she had not felt since the incident that gave her acrophobia shortly before she lost consciousness.
-One hour later-
Leona woke up with an enormous headache. Someone was pouring water on her face. Leona bolted upright and came face-to-face with the blonde-haired young woman from earlier. She recognized her. She was from Leona's village!
"Leona? Is that you?" The young woman asked. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and a thin body type. She wore white robes and sandals and nothing else.
"Yeah." Leona answered wearily.
"I'm Whitney. Remember me?" She asked again.
"Yeah, I remember you. Where's your sister Erica?" Leona asked. A young woman with waist-length brown hair, blue eyes, and a thin body type popped up.
"Hi Leona! Long time no see!" Erica enthusiastically exclaimed. Leona was confounded. How could Erica be so cheerful right now? All of them had shackles on their hands and feet with a chain connecting the foot irons to one another. This was NOT how Leona expected things to go.
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The guild hall was not very busy at the moment, so she took another freelance job to get more Jewels to save for a decent weapon. This job had more action than carrying a letter and was a lot less messy than cleaning stables. She was going after a slaver named Bladdi Maccoi. Her job was to defeat him and rescue the slaves he was taking to an unknown destination.
Leona almost laughed when she saw where she was going. She was going to Desierto. She never thought that she would be going back there so soon after being exiled. As long as she did not approach her home village everything would be fine. The chief specifically exiled her from the village, not the region.
Leona paused when she saw a series of footprints so close together that the makers might have been shuffling. She was on the right track. She continued to follow them, noticing that the sun was a few hours from setting. She had better hurry. Maccoi had a considerable head start and the blonde needed to close the gap before he got away.
She kept traveling until she spotted a young woman with waist-length blonde hair lying on the sand. She had shackles on her hands and feet... she was one of the slaves! Leona started running over to her when suddenly the ground gave way. She screamed and fell forward into sticky sand. However, it was not quicksand.
Quicksand did not form whirlpools. This had to be the work of a mage. But where were they? Leona attempted to scramble out of the sandy vortex, but her hands and feet were trapped. She slipped beneath the surface and felt the kind of despair she had not felt since the incident that gave her acrophobia shortly before she lost consciousness.
-One hour later-
Leona woke up with an enormous headache. Someone was pouring water on her face. Leona bolted upright and came face-to-face with the blonde-haired young woman from earlier. She recognized her. She was from Leona's village!
"Leona? Is that you?" The young woman asked. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and a thin body type. She wore white robes and sandals and nothing else.
"Yeah." Leona answered wearily.
"I'm Whitney. Remember me?" She asked again.
"Yeah, I remember you. Where's your sister Erica?" Leona asked. A young woman with waist-length brown hair, blue eyes, and a thin body type popped up.
"Hi Leona! Long time no see!" Erica enthusiastically exclaimed. Leona was confounded. How could Erica be so cheerful right now? All of them had shackles on their hands and feet with a chain connecting the foot irons to one another. This was NOT how Leona expected things to go.
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