Saartjie
holy water cannot help you now
i don't want your money or your crown
i don't want your money or your crown
The sound of her shoes on the concrete, the shouts of the enforcers behind her, and the gasps of citizens as she shoved her way past them echoed in Saartjie's ears. The metallic scent of blood was heavy and all she could smell even as she ran past street vendors and their food carts. It was his blood and it clung to her. It coated her, splashed across her face, neck, chest and hands, and it trailed the ground behind her as she ran. "Keep pushing. Keep going. You have to keep going." Was the mantra in her head. She couldn't let the enforcers catch her, not after what she had done.
Murder.
She was a murderer and, even worse, had murdered another noble from the family that provided their military with weapons. Whatever sliver of mercy they held in their hearts would not be there for her. No ... the only thing that awaited Saartjie was execution.
"Keep going...
Keep going...
Keep ... going...."
She squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed harder, but her legs were tiring and her lungs were burning. It was obvious to her that she was at her limit and there was nothing else for her to give. They would catch her and they would drag her back to their headquarters and begin their "interrogation". She could either let them catch her or she could stop running and face them with whatever pride she had left.
The decision made, she finally stopped running and turned back in the direction she had come from, but when her eyes opened she could only stare in confusion. The entire world had changed. She was no longer in the city and there was no longer concrete under feet. Instead she stood on a wooden pier and could hear ocean waves. "What...?" Saartjie turned, wide eyes taking in everything around her. The pier, the boats, the ocean, the setting sun. "Waar is ek?" she whispered. "Wat is besig om te gebeur?"
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ooc:// Nate
Translation: Waar is ek? - where am I?
wat is besig om te gebeur - what's happening?
Murder.
She was a murderer and, even worse, had murdered another noble from the family that provided their military with weapons. Whatever sliver of mercy they held in their hearts would not be there for her. No ... the only thing that awaited Saartjie was execution.
"Keep going...
Keep going...
Keep ... going...."
She squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed harder, but her legs were tiring and her lungs were burning. It was obvious to her that she was at her limit and there was nothing else for her to give. They would catch her and they would drag her back to their headquarters and begin their "interrogation". She could either let them catch her or she could stop running and face them with whatever pride she had left.
The decision made, she finally stopped running and turned back in the direction she had come from, but when her eyes opened she could only stare in confusion. The entire world had changed. She was no longer in the city and there was no longer concrete under feet. Instead she stood on a wooden pier and could hear ocean waves. "What...?" Saartjie turned, wide eyes taking in everything around her. The pier, the boats, the ocean, the setting sun. "Waar is ek?" she whispered. "Wat is besig om te gebeur?"
"."
ooc:// Nate
Translation: Waar is ek? - where am I?
wat is besig om te gebeur - what's happening?
you see, i've come
to burn your kingdom to the ground
to burn your kingdom to the ground
