Cyreina cringed as the gentle breeze stung her
face. The first day it gets warm and I have to be this
way, she sighed silently, feeling her ribs pang in protest
against her the deep breath she had just taken. The girl's
knees ached as she walked the familiar cobblestone path
back to her home. She could see the lights flickering from
it in the distance through the thick foilage.
A sense of comfort filled her as she thought of
walking into the little shop, Maskerade, the only home she
had ever known. The thought of the sweet scent of pinewood
and vanilla touching her senses as she walked into the
small sea of handcrafted toys and art made her smile. She
looked forward to hearing the little tune of Ode to Joy
playing as she opened the door...until she thought of how
her brother would react when he saw her.
She reached up and touched her cheek, dread forming
in her stomach. She hated making her brother, Neth, worry.
The girl was torn from her thoughts as she heard the
screech of tires and loud music blaring behind her.
The noise made her afraid immediately. She quickly
sprinted behind a large building and crouched down. She
shut her eyes and tried to will the old factory to protect
her from them. She shivered as she heard the car door open
and than slam shut.
A gruff voice spoke, "C'mon you!"
Someone whimpering answered him as footsteps drew
closer to where she was hiding.
Cyreina covered her mouth with her books, almost
thankful they had someone else to torment than her.
Cyreina stood up slowly after the door had slid shut in the
front of the building.
For a moment, she rested her back against the
concrete wall, feeling sorry she had been thankful,
"...Atleast when they hurt me, I'll come out of it
alive...I'm sorry for you..." she held in her tears and
ran as fast as she could away from the old warehouse. Her
lungs ached as she sprinted for the sanctity of Maskerade.