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tagging; vanya
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location; everwinter > snowfell outskirts
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location; everwinter > snowfell outskirts
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Gabled roofs rose up to the sky on both sides, lining the street tight as castle walls, and it had been a long time since Erika had felt this much like prey. She pulled the rough-spun, scratchy cloak closer around herself, to hide the state of her clothes, the breeches scuffed from nights slept outside under the stars, the cotton shirt torn from a few too many places to mend. The muddy street squelched under her worn leather boots, seeping dampness onto her skin, as carts and people passed by, blurring into throngs of leering faces that she didn't want to press into memory. Everyone was a threat. If they saw too much, if they understood, she would be driven out of Everwinter before she could pass through a port. A voice called out at her from a market stall and she passed by without an answer, or even a look.
indentindentThe signposts on street corners forced her to raise her downcast eyes, and she let the hood of the cloak shadow her face from anyone who might recognize her. Those eight years spent as a soldier that should have been the pass to her freedom had instead only served to condemn her for life, feared both by her own kind and those she had been made to hunt. She had heard rumors of back-alley port shops, the kind more willing to serve someone like her for the right amount of money, but locating one would have taken connections, trust, neither of which she had. With anyone. Coin was hardly within her grasp either. The only ones willing to hire her would have made a mercenary out of her, and she had left that life behind. It was never what she had wanted.
indentindentThe din of wallowing water grew closer, boats clanging against the docks in the distance, seagulls wheeling and calling overhead. Erika raised her eyes to watch the lanterns hanging from masts swaying in their chains, their specks of firelight dancing against the darkening sky and casting a soft glow onto the decks below. The ornate pavilion jutted out over the dark waves, its rearmost three corners containing the most official port doors one might find in Everwinter. She had watched it for days now, how the crowds thinned toward evening, and as she had expected, the few late passengers drifted into the lights and opulence of the pavilion, passed shining gold onto expectant palms, and let their documents be inspected by the guards in colourful livery before stepping into the swirling light of a carefully decorated port. She had neither a bribe nor papers, only a desperate hope to finally find her salvation on the other side.
indentindentThe last passenger passed through into the port, into a magical luminescence, and Erika stepped forward, mustering determination and belonging into her bearing. She did not look like the usual customer, the nobles and merchants with their expensive clothes and condescending eyes, but she wouldn't be the first nor the last desperate traveler pooling up all their wealth to pass into a place they hoped would hold the secret to their fortune, some kind of dream fulfilled in the magic of the port. And so the guards did not look at her twice, the one standing by the gate only holding out his hand for whatever she might have to give in a movement so rote it twisted in her gut. Be who they may, they didn't deserve this, but she had no choice. At least that's what she told herself, when her hand shot out of her cloak to grasp his throat with unnatural strength.
indentindentHer attack was so unexpected in the lazy tranquility of the evening, that the guard dropped his halberd in favour of clawing at her fingers, fearful of the power that could have stopped his breath at will. Maybe he was some noble's son, or a peasant who had gotten lucky with the post of a lifetime, hardly prepared for something like this. The weapon clanged onto the polished floor, and for the span of a breath, the other guards in the pavilion stood stunned, before clattering into action. But she squeezed at his throat in warning and he whimpered, and the guards stopped in their tracks. They wouldn't trade his life just to stop one unpaid trip through a port, and that was what she had counted on. Erika hadn't stepped into Everwinter just to kill somebody. It didn't mean she was any more deserving.
indentin"Let me pass," she muttered, the threat of the alternative implied in her words.
indentindentThe guards nearest to the central port hesitated for a moment, glanced at each other for affirmation, then backed away toward the sides of the pavilion. She dragged the writhing man with her, tracking mud up the steps, and as she closed in on the port, turned around to hold him in front of her like a shield. The tense guards parted like water, circling toward the gate she had passed through. There would always be someone who found their bravery the moment a back was turned, and she was unwilling to take any chances. The sabatons on the man's feet banged against the floor as she shoved him at the awaiting guards, as far away from herself as possible, then dove shoulder-first into the shimmering port. The noise and shouting of the guards rushing after her rose up, then fell away as if sinking underwater.
indentindentFalling sideways through a port wasn't ideal. The magic churned around her, making her feel distant from herself, but not distant enough to not feel the grasping hands that tore at her as she passed deeper. The burning presence of the port seemed to have fingers that found their way into the seams of her being, gripping on to the edges of the two shapes that existed within her, painfully stretching at their bonds. For a brief moment of irrational hope, Erika felt that this magic might finally tear the beast from her, free her from the curse that always came to take her mind away. Then the clanging began, of innumerable deafening bells, and as she pressed her hands to her ears to stop the noise, she could feel herself solidifying back into one, the beast lamentably back in its shadowed place.
indentindentThe air around her was distinctly no more that of the outdoors, the salt-tinged breeze by the open waters, but the close air of a room, dusty and warm from wood and carpet. Erika crashed through to the other side, falling hard onto a floor that fractured underneath her shoulder, before rolling once, twice, and coming to a halt only as she struck a wall. Hanging pictures and ornate plates rattled in their places, before one came loose, hurtled downward, and shattered over her brow. As the shards clinked onto the floor, a formless panic welled up inside of her, driving her into motion, and she scrambled up onto her hands and feet, sending the pieces of porcelain scattering again across the floorboards. I have to get out of here. Before they find me.
indentindentThe door she had fallen through stood in its place in the wall, closed and utterly without magic, without the sounds and light that had left her disoriented. The small, crossed window in the dark wood was opaque, but it didn't even cross Erika's mind that it might have been hoary from the cold outside. She staggered through, and winced as the freezing air washed against her face, stinging at her forehead and clouding her breath. The ground under her feet gave an icy crunch, and she glanced down only to see snow. A bead of blood fell from her brow, to stain the expanse of white with a speck of red. Where am I?
indentindentThe cold clenched at her bare hands, and that was when she looked up, only to see the strange woman seemingly frozen in place, staring at her, clenching the bag at her side. A tide of fear rose up among her disorientation, distantly acknowledging that her cloak had fallen away a while ago, left behind somewhere near where she had landed. And so she stood equally frozen in spite of the icy air that pricked at her face, eyes fixed onto the stranger's face, waiting for any twitch of movement as if it would cue her in on whether she was about to be given up to the guards, or something far worse.