Two months ago, she would have walked through Magnolia’s worn out, cobbled streets with confidence, decked in her Rune Knights’ garb, and sending any and all wrongdoers to the jail. Then, she enjoyed her status as a seated knight, the look of admiration of people’s –big and small- faces, and their endearing remarks. On those days, she adorned the front pages of magazines and lodged in luxurious inns. She was successful, had money and power, and had the strength to overcome any obstacles. Everything that she dismissed with indignation then, now were moments she craved for. All that attention that suffocated her, she desired it now. No, she wouldn’t ask for much…Not much…but just for someone to call her name.
It was all gone! That confident, stylish, young woman who charmed people with her visuals and elegance was nowhere to be found. Gone was the rune knight’s ankh engraved on her collarbone; It was burned blue and black along with most of her golden locks. They were lost like her identity in this world, dead like Evangeline Vanderbilt. If it was, by any chance, alive, then it was still left chained to that dark pillar in the fortress she was held captive in and it would forever be so.
Her chest heaved in pain. She slipped through the shadows and stopped under the roof of a dilapidated, old shop. Where was she going and what was she going to do? She didn’t have any money anymore; the last of it was spent on the train ticket. An ominous looking moon hung like a jewel on the approaching night sky. She fell to her knees. The cloak bunched up over her legs that she pulled on desperately. Eva wanted to be completely covered. She felt tired, hungry, and dazed. Golden ringlets burned at the tips fell onto her dirt covered face and she curled up into a big ball of darkness. Only the dawning gloom of night and malicious cold winds comforted her.
“I want to disappear”.