Prologue
Her dainty fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, knuckles turning a shade of white. Her fingernails dug into her palm. Blood dripped down from her arm all the way down to the sword, not knowing if it was her own or the man below her. Either way, she didn't care. The only thing on her mind was that she had killed someone, she had just killed another human being. Her hand began to shake, then her whole arm, and finally the rest of her body. She released the sword that was in the man's chest.
She looked down at her hands, red. Both of her hands were covered in blood. Her face turned white, her eyes wide as the moon behind her. She kept glancing at the man and her hands. Everything was spinning, her head pounded, her heart raced a hundred beats a minute.
She had to run and never look back, and she did. Turning around, she shot out into the night, away from the dead man that laid in his own blood. Not once did she turn back, there was no way she could. The tears fell from her eyes, her mind trying to convince herself that what she had done was okay and was out of defense.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry-!"
…
"Sakura!'
The young woman gave a groan at the sound of her name.
"Sa-ku-ra!"
"What?!" She gave a yell, throwing the thin blanket off of her person, Sakura trudged over to the door.
"Saku-!"
"I'm here! What do you want, you troll?!" Sakura slammed the door open to reveal a short, stubby man with a fist in the air and a red face.
His red face became even darker, "Pay your rent or I'm kicking you out!"
Sakura gave him a narrow eyed look before slamming the door shut on his face, "Find the money somewhere up your ass! This place isn't even worth that amount of jewels."
The man yelled her name again, pounding on the cheap wood to get the pink haired woman to open the door. She rolled her eyes before hopping back onto her half-broken couch. She stared up at the ceiling, wondering just how much more of this shit she could take. The bar she had been working at had just been torn down due to one of the many passing guilds, so now she had no job, meaning she had no more money, and no more free drinks.
Sakura groaned just thinking about what she was going to have to do to get a job now. While Crocus was the capital of Fiore, it very rarely had a place looking for somebody. Sakura flipped to lay onto her stomach, she tucked her arm under her pillow and gave a soft sigh, "Maybe I should just leave…"
She sprang up from her position on the couch, "I could just leave! Oh my gosh Sakura! Why didn't you think of this sooner?!" Sakura rushed off of her couch, nearly falling in the process, to go to her room and pack whatever she owned, which was very little.
The pink haired woman grinned as she walked past the stubby, troll-looking landlord. His face went red as he saw her person walking right past him with a bag in her hand. He raised his fist into the air and screamed at her, "Where are you going without paying your rent?! I will kick you out and change the lock on the door!"
Sakura turned around and grinned down at the short man, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, troll. Here last month's rent, in full too." She tossed ansmall bag of jewels into his hands before turning and walking out the door. She gave a small two-finger salute/wave as she walked away.
The troll landlord tilted his head in confusion, had she finally paid her rent for once…? His eyes widen, coul0d she possibly be thinking of ending her life because of how he freaked out earlier? In all the years that Sakura had lived there, she never once paid rent in full or grinned like that as him.
With a nervous look, the landlord began to sweat before he opened the door and shouted out to the girl that was walking away, "Hey! Don't go doing something stupid, okay! Don't blame it on me either!"
…
Making her way to the train station, Sakura took one last look at the capital city of Fiore, "It's been good Crocus, but you just don't have what I need now. Besides I need a fresh start with fresh faces and a place without a stubby, short, troll-man as a landlord." She paid for her ticket and quickly made it to the last train of the day that was heading out of the city.
She didn't know where she was going but she would figure it out along the way, it was part of the fun after all.
The pink haired woman walked along the small, narrow aisle to find an empty cart where she would be able to possibly plan where she was going and what she was gonna do, 'I either made the best decision of my life or the worst.' It didn't stop a smile from blooming on her face though.