A/N: Yola! It's me! 'Kay, so this is a new story, I guess. Well, I guess it's new to all of you ppl, b/c it's been in my mind for quite a while. You see, I thought it up Waaaay back, in like, 6th grade. So It is far from new to me. Anyway…Alexa is seventeen, and, after countless revisions, She is an elf, a rider, and…a Shade. Well, actually, only half-shade. Her mom was a Shade, so it's more dominant in her. But her dad is some random, important elf that you've never heard about but exists anyway. And that's all you need to know, honestly. For now…
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I cannot believe I got out of that!
Okay. I'm not proud. I'll admit that. But sometimes…I can be really, really clever. Particularly in a tight situation. I mean, who could imagine getting away from the Mad King's soldiers like that!
Okay, at an expense, I allowed, grimacing as I glanced at my arm. But freedom always has a price.
Yes, I'll also admit that only half the soldiers actually hunting me are doing because they'll get a reward. Money or no, there are those that would give a lot to catch me just to sell me into slavery for my condition. Or…
I stop the thought, now shivering.
It's never easy being me. I mean, between being on the run from all those looking to make their fortune somehow off of me, and trying to stay pretty much inconspicuous in general…
My life, as is, sucks.
Does help, though, that I've got something to fight for. And a goal for where I want to go right now. I mean, I hear that the Varden are quite accepting. Of odd, castaway sort of people.
Like me.
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I run into a city just north of Furnost as night falls. Under the cover of darkness, I can easily blend into the background, for a night. Then, tomorrow, I'll leave for Furnost, the safe place for me. Because Furnost is the first place that houses the Varden.
And so that is how I ended up being naive enough to book a room in an inn/pub. I've always had bad luck in places that are part pubs. Because of drunks. But this time I thought I'd be safe, because it was after nightfall, and people are generally into their cups quite a bit by then.
So I was woken very, very late by a guy holding a knife to my throat. Very nice, I know.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. What sort of jackass was the innkeeper anyway, giving my room key to some random guy. "Who the hell gave you the key to my room?"
"Excuse me?" he pulled away, surprised. I guess he didn't expect me to actually be able to talk.
"Who the hell are you, anyway?"I said.
"Well..."he fingered the knife thoughtfully for a moment.
"Okay. I'm tired. If you're going to attempt to kill me, do it now, so I can jack the knife and kill you. If not, let me sleep, and we'll deal in the morning."
When he didn't make a move to use the knife, I stole it, shoved it under the pillow, and lay back down.
"Get some sleep," I told him. "You're going to need it. And, if I wake up with you anywhere within five feet of me, you're dead."
"Does this mean I'm in for hell tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, already half asleep.
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A/N: I'm sorry if it sucked. I'm sorry, ppl. But I was running low on creativity this week. Still, if any interest shows, keep in contact, b/c another chapter is forthcoming for all interested parties.
And Please, Please, PLZ R&R (honestly!) ;)
