Before closing the back door of the café, Elinana inhaled the spicy and sweet aroma of the Teas, and Coffee of Rosemary's Café. She sighed with bliss, as she closed and locked the door.
As she made for home, she could smell the coming rain, and looked up the gray sky with her after storm, cloud gray eyes. Her layered chestnut hair flowed in the growing wind.
She poled her black hood over her head, and zipped up her jacket over her black peasant blouse.
Elinana's home wasn't far; it was just on the edge of the small town.
Off in the fields, a flash of lightning lit the dark gray sky. Her steps grow quicker, with the small fear of being struck.
The deep, rolling, drumming of thunder echoed, and waved over the corn and green wheat fields.
Elinana loved thunder storms, but as one loves a tiger or a lion, behind a shield of sorts.
Climbing the steps of the front porch, she reached for the door handle. But before she could touch it, blinding light consumed her vision, followed by a flash of fire all through her body, then darkness.
Desmond just barely maneuvered way from the killing blow of boy's heavy, large sword. If you where to see them fighting, you would say it looked more as if it was a dance really.
But one swing, Desmond blocked with his hidden blade, breaking it at the bass.
"You have no weapon Desmond," the boy wasn't even breaking a sweat.
Shaking his head, "you need to study more kid." He grumbled, ripping off the hidden blade strap, and leaped away from another swing. The last swing was so close it cut the strap of Desmond's shoulder pack clean off.
Seeing that his luck will run out soon, he through the useless strap that had just a half an inch of the blade on it still, at the boy.
The boy's head whipped to the right, with his hand to his check. With the boy slightly stunned, Desmond bolted, running for the dark mouth of the exit.
In the dime light, he scurried up the steep mound, with the echo of he boy's foot steps not far behind. Once at the tope, Desmond poled the rope up before he boy could grab it.
Desmond kicked off running again, wary of other Templars, he saw none. He ran, and ran, not looking back.
Up next, a familiar face to those who know the stories. If I'm doing something wrong, please point it out. And don't be shy to say what you think as well.