Poor Unfortunate Soul

Her breathing nearly stopped as her heart slowed, the sound of it's beating filling her ears. The pouring of the rain masked her tears, dread settling into her bones, and fear wracking havoc on her mind.  All these things coupled with how tired she was made her nearly useless in fighting off the man who had chased her from the docks and cornered her into this maze of a city. She didn't know the man, hell she didn't know anyone since arriving to this place under circumstance she didn't fully understand herself. The last comforting thought she had was being home the day before, surrounded by her family, being happy and content with her life. Now here she was, running from some mad man who was trying to take her to some other unknown place to do gods know what with her.


She in fact did not need that, at least not from him. Her whole world had already been flipped upside down and already she was in trouble. Frantically she tried to think of something, she couldn't keep running, not in the condition she was in. During her attempt at trying to run from this man she twisted her ankle and scraped herself up pretty bad. She didn't know how far or how long she had been running before it happened, but now that it had she could only could only hide. She was too weak to use her magic to help her and she was sure that even if she had been able to use it, it would be no use against whatever that man was using. She prayed that the rain was loud enough to mask any sounds she was making as she cowered in a corner behind some trash. Currently she was cornered but by the sounds of it she might as well be trapped.


His last words trailed off into a growl as a pain shot through the top of her head, her body being yanked up from ground by her messy blue hair. Let me go! That hurts! It hurts! Her voice filled the area, pained and shrill. It was a last ditch effort to get someone's attention, anyone would be better than this, even if it were a distraction. She tried for another scream but she found that it was increasingly hard to breath as his hand gripped her neck. Her fading gaze caught the fire in his eyes as she struggled to find the strength to breath against his grip.

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She was certain she wouldn't die today, but she was certain that she wouldn't see another day living freely. Her mind began to shut down, the lack of oxygen getting to her brain practically told her body it was time to give up. She wasn't a fighter, or at least not a particularity strong one.  Giving in was easy when you've convinced yourself that there was no other way out. With whatever will she had left she struggled through a prayer to each of the gods, the world darkening around her.  In what felt like forever the world went dark and any fight that was in her went out.

She never heard the fear in her assailants voice, she didn't feel as her body hit the ground when he let go of her,  and she didn't see the quick work made by one man unto the one who was responsible for nearly choking her unconscious.  It was luck or maybe her yell did reach the ears of someone, but whatever it was it saved her from her worst fears regarding that man.  Almost as soon as she went out the air was allowed to flow back in her. She could breath again, and slowly but surely her brain was getting the oxygen it needed.


Taking in deep breaths she could feel her eyes flutter open, her sapphire gaze meeting with a pair of ruby ones. She hardly understood what he said, but she could recognize the language. Hurt. Please help me. Her voice came out soft as she mimicked the langue she learned only enough of, over the rain it might have been hard to hear her but she pointed towards her leg hoping it was enough to get the message across. She wanted to thank the man but those words escaped her, she just couldn't remember what they were at the moment.  

Fear was still very much set in her as her eyes darted from the man currently in front of her. She was looking for the man who was responsible for placing her in this position. It was only after she spotted his body a few paces away that she felt her own body relax. From what it looked like, she owed this man her life, with his snow white hair and ruby colored eyes. She was too weak to offer a friendly smile, she was too weak for anything really, it was taking all her energy to even stay awake. She didn't know this man and a ping of fear settled in her. Yes he did save her but was she saved from the jaws of a hyena only to go into the jaw of a lion?

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Flinching as she felt his hands move from her temple to her legs, she didn't know exactly what he was doing but she felt that is was helpful in some sort of way. At some point the rain slowed to a light drizzle, she was thankful for that because being soaking wet and in pain was the worst. She didn't expect him to pick her up but he did which caused her to make herself smaller than she already was in his arms. Avoiding his gaze she picked up on a few key phrases as he spoke to her. She now know his name, she didn't know what this Blue Pegasus was but she knew she was safe, or at least she was willing to take his word for it.

Being held caused her to relax herself even more, resting her head against his chest. Manzo's warm body was doing more wonders on her than he would ever know. My name is Ylva. I'm sorry, thank you for helping me... Not my first language, only know a little... Her gaze moved up towards his face as she spoke. Taking in the features of the man she was thankful still that he came to her rescue. Where are we going? She was curious to where safe was, she hopped it had food as her stomach made a noise that was a clear indication of how hungry she was.

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Her heart beat began to pick up as the two jumped from building to building. It caused her to place her face closer near his chest so she wouldn't have to see the sky above them pass quickly by. She didn't know where she was going yet, she didn't understand the last word he said. She assumed wherever it was it was safe and that she would be getting food from what he explained. She would have been lying to herself if she said she was feeling one hundred percent safe with Manzo, but he hadn't cause her any physical harm yet so she allowed herself to be taken to wherever it is they were going.

As the two continued onward her mind wandered to what Manzo said when he introduced himself. It was something about a Blue Pegasus mage. She knew what mages were but she didn't know what a Blue Pegasus mage was. She figured it was most likely a group or maybe a church? She couldn't tell from the lack of context. Blue Pegasus? What is that? She didn't want there to be silence between the two, she didn't care for it now. She rather keep him talking, to at least learn what she could of her savior.

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It didn't take too much longer of having been nearly flown from building to building before reaching their destination. Upon entering the building Manzo had called home she was placed on a couch. She watched his every move with curious eyes, her nose wrinkling at the smell of smoke coming from him. Her foot still hurt but it wasn't as bad as when it first happen.  It didn't go unnoticed that he hadn't answered her question which made her question if she used the right words when asking it. She could have very easily mixed up some words or just flat out said gibberish. With this thought stewing in her mind she began to avert her eyes and focus on the room around her.

Thank you again. I was afraid. I'm new here. I don't know anyone. I was looking for work then... That man. He said he had work. I didn't feel safe. He seemed strange. I'm glad someone helped me. I'm glad you helped me. I'm in your debt. Manzo. My name is Ylva.

She wasn't sure about some of those words but she felt she got her message across. Sapphire orbs avoided rubies as she spoke up until she spoke her name. She wasn't use to being saved because she wasn't use to being in any sort of danger like a prey with no predator to hunt it. Up until now she was on edge, not trusting that he wouldn't also try to hurt her.  Shifting around slightly she tried to hide the growling sound her stomach made, she was still hungry and still tired but she wouldn't allow herself to fall asleep or ask for food. To her Manzo had done more than enough and she was grateful.

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