Artemis blinked and ducked her head. The sun was more glaring than in Salitra. The Empire. It had been three months since she'd parted from the Captain. Two weeks after she'd left him, they'd caught up to her. Betrayed by her own Assassin's Guild. They sold her to one of the kingdom's in the East. Easy enough to take the fall for any murders, whether or not she'd committed them on previous jobs. She'd been sentenced to work the coal mines. Usually prisoners lasted a month, maybe a month and a half. She'd already beat that record.
Just over two months.
Since she'd seen the sun.
Since her mouth hadn't tasted like coal.
Since she'd had her hands free of irons.
Art's face remained blank even as she relished the warmth of that sun on her filthy skin and rags. A voice rumbled to her right. "Yah sure you want this one as your champion?"
"I do. I know who you are, assassin." A deep, woman's voice. Art's silvered brows twitched as her eyes focused on the female orc.
"There's a competition and if you win, you get your freedom. If you refuse, this'll be the last time you see the sun." The orc's face twisted into a wide-smile. "Interested?"
Art looked around. Five guards. They circled her tightly. It was true, then, that this female knew who she really was. Then again, five was a little low. Eyes tracked back to the orc and she gave the subtlest of nods.
Just over two months.
Since she'd seen the sun.
Since her mouth hadn't tasted like coal.
Since she'd had her hands free of irons.
Art's face remained blank even as she relished the warmth of that sun on her filthy skin and rags. A voice rumbled to her right. "Yah sure you want this one as your champion?"
"I do. I know who you are, assassin." A deep, woman's voice. Art's silvered brows twitched as her eyes focused on the female orc.
"There's a competition and if you win, you get your freedom. If you refuse, this'll be the last time you see the sun." The orc's face twisted into a wide-smile. "Interested?"
Art looked around. Five guards. They circled her tightly. It was true, then, that this female knew who she really was. Then again, five was a little low. Eyes tracked back to the orc and she gave the subtlest of nods.
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