Here's the prologue of the prologue! :D This is supposed to be akin to a journal entry Soko writes later on in the story. She's been captured… . But here's a peek. Please Enjoy!
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March 20, 1611
Have you ever had that feeling? You know, the one that makes you want to just get up and run as far as you can and never go back? It's a restless feeling that begins in the marrow. No matter what you do, you cannot shake it until you give your soul what it longs for. I do not often find myself as restless as this. Only when the leaves change from emerald to rust and the moon comes out to dominate the clear, crisp sky does my heart long to be free of this place.
The evening sky, painted with clouds of pink and purple, sings out to me and I long to answer its call. As the cold wind wraps around my form, I feel my soul pull at its bindings. Some people do not hear the cry of the Earth as she settles down into winter. Only those of the kindred soul are haunted by her song. Alas that my veins be filled with vixen blood! Shall I be forced to endure this torture until the sun's rays warm the Earth and body? Only when I leave this place will I be sated.
~Soko Ikovan
Princess of Thieves~