Disclaimer: I don't own +anima.
This is the third story in the Soline Chronicles. If you haven't read the other two, you should go back and read them. The first story is Clothed in White Shadow, the second is Sorrow Search. Sorry for the short chapter.
-Max
When they were all fast asleep, Marca crept out of bed. She grabbed her bag, and crawled out the window as silently as she could.
When she got out of the inn, she went down the dark streets and up to the hill where the funeral pier was. She opened her bag, and pulled out a torch. In the distance, she knew an Astarian facility guard was waiting. On her signal, they would surround the village of Lilt and take Soline.
She lit the torch, and started to raise it into the air. But something came swinging over her head and knocked it out of her hand. Then something hit her feet, and she began to fall.
But something caught her.
"What do you think you're doing?" said Soline.