Aurelia
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
There was sweat on her brow and her ponytail was coming loose as she made her way through the city. It was still something to get over, the fact that these people did not operate completely underground. She was having a hard time dealing with the heat, but the air was a hell of a lot clearer. In light of the sort of questions she had, she was directed to the governor, a man named 'Sunjata' - if she was remembering correctly.
One particularly helpful boy said he'd seen the new governor at the 'Slagveld'. Where the hell was that, she'd asked, and now she was struggling to keep up with him through the crowded marketplace. He was rambling on about how it was where people trained to fight, and this and that, but she couldn't catch that last bit over the humdrum of the city.
Packed spaces were nothing new to Aurelia but, when they finally entered the building she was nonetheless relieved to escape the crowds. It seemed like some of the people knew she didn't belong, staring at her with daggers.
The little boy quickly ran past the rings, where fists and sweat and spit flew. It reminded her of the days spent training with her partner, when he was still her mentor. She stopped and watched for a moment.
"Over here!" the boy called. Aurelia turned to see him standing by a doorframe.
She walked over and said with a smile, "thank you for showing me the way."
He said nothing, instead lifting up an expectant hand. Aurelia raised her eyebrows. After a moment, she obliged and pulled out a few pieces of copper. He made a sour face and spat at her before taking off with it.
"Hey, you little-" she turned to grab him. He was already gone, though. She used the gloved part of her hand to wipe the spittle off of her shirt, grumbling to herself.
One particularly helpful boy said he'd seen the new governor at the 'Slagveld'. Where the hell was that, she'd asked, and now she was struggling to keep up with him through the crowded marketplace. He was rambling on about how it was where people trained to fight, and this and that, but she couldn't catch that last bit over the humdrum of the city.
Packed spaces were nothing new to Aurelia but, when they finally entered the building she was nonetheless relieved to escape the crowds. It seemed like some of the people knew she didn't belong, staring at her with daggers.
The little boy quickly ran past the rings, where fists and sweat and spit flew. It reminded her of the days spent training with her partner, when he was still her mentor. She stopped and watched for a moment.
"Over here!" the boy called. Aurelia turned to see him standing by a doorframe.
She walked over and said with a smile, "thank you for showing me the way."
He said nothing, instead lifting up an expectant hand. Aurelia raised her eyebrows. After a moment, she obliged and pulled out a few pieces of copper. He made a sour face and spat at her before taking off with it.
"Hey, you little-" she turned to grab him. He was already gone, though. She used the gloved part of her hand to wipe the spittle off of her shirt, grumbling to herself.
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
