It was a dull grey dark, the air was stale and humid. The humidity was thick, stifling even. Every breath she took felt forced, begging the question of if it was worth it. The atmosphere felt heavy, like the world itself was falling on her shoulders. This was life, a horrible heavy, stifling force that you had no choice but to deal with. Though her feelings were that of an emotional teenager, she held herself quite the opposite. Rena’s stance was tall, confident, her strides showed her power, and her gaze held attention. Her demeanor was that of nobility, pride and beauty. Her hips seemed to mesmerize even the more faithful of men. If that wasn’t enough, her features seemed to be cut from porcelain itself. Milky white skin, drastic curves that seemed a bit too perfect, long legs that worked perfects in skirts and dresses. A bust that teased on lusty intentions. Pearly locks that framed her face, it’s gentle shape and blanketing around her eyes. The blue hue of her eyes seemed to shine like sapphires, showing the beauty she seemed to hold.
Moving through the halls, her heels clicked along the granite as she made her way towards the conference chambers. The doors parted to allow her entrance. Inside the room sat a rather large man with a pompous look. His demeanor seemed jolly enough. The doors behind her closed causing an echo and then complete silence. The jolly man’s features twisted into rage as he leaned forward slamming his hands down.
“You are going to Edowen” his voice boomed with authority.
Her features seemed to not show any form of emotion as she did nothing but look at him directly. A moment later she took a step forward and placed her palms on the table and leaned forward. “For what purpose” her voice was just like the rest of her, elegant yet sultry.
Without missing a beat he responded. “A temporary truce between our people.” his smile turned wicked as he looked at her. “You will leave in 3 days”
Her lips pursed realizing her current position. Without a word, she turned on her heels and strode out of the room and down the hallway. Her heels clicked a bit louder on her way out. Edowen, the home of their enemy, the home to nightmares and demons. Picking up her stride, she made her way down the abandoned hallway, watching as the dust along the ground fluttered around her heels. Moving towards a rather odd looking door she shoved it open and slipped inside. The moment the door behind her closed, she slumped along the door slowly sliding down. “Edowen…” her voice muttered, hardly a whisper.
After slumping along the door for a matter of minutes, she finally managed to carry herself over towards the bed in the back corner. Falling back in the mess of furs that she called a bed, her features finally degraded. Squeezing her eyes shut she inhaled a sharp quick breath. “Edowen..” the place where she had spent the worse parts of her life. Her hand moved to rest along her chest.
She lied in bed, nearly motionless for the early hours of the day. Three days she had until she was thrown back to the wolves. She couldn’t run, she already knew how that would go. It would be cowardly, it would be selfish. They did not deserve her selfish decision. That aside, she may as well try to spend her next few days in a better atmosphere. Slowly, she rose from bed like the dead rising from the grave.
Today marked the first day of the Fall’s end festival. It had always been quite the talk of the town, however she wasn’t lucky enough to partake. “Well I’m changing that.” Getting back on her feet, she smoothed out her dress and fixed her hair before grabbing a cloak and quickly pulling it over herself. Now she had had to escape for a while. Ducking back into the hallway, she headed down the abandoned portion of the hall and stopped before the door leading towards the soldiers barracks.