Chapter 8
"Nothing Shall Forestall my Return….."
Simone was never a morning person. Everyone thought she was but that was just an act. Infact she proffered to sleep in. But she could barly sleep a wink. Her dreams were plagued with memories. But there was a problem to her dreams. She could not remember it as she woke. She looked at the clock and saw that it was still dark. She sighed and got up. There was no point. Memory or vision, she knew she would know the answer in time. But unfortunately for her, she was not the patient type. She looked at her closet and sighed. This was her last decent outfit. She didn't want to bug the others or borrow gill. She tied her broken sword to her waist.
She felt like she was useless once more. After her years of mistreatment and slavery to deepground she had become determined to become self sufficient. She looked to her sister who was sound asleep. If Vincent comes in here alone again, I will kill him. She silently shut the door and went to the kitchen. She knew how to cook but decided against it. It would take too long and the sound or smell may awaken the others. Instead she chose two pears and an apple for a snack. It was a new apple to her. She had never seen a purple one before. Well the only fruit she saw were in books until she escaped with her sister.
Heading to the door she decided to do some practice. It wasn't safe to go alone, especially with a broken weapon but she had to make do. She needed the gil that the monsters could supply. She decided to work extra hard to get her sister some gil too. They couldn't rely on the kindness of others forever. Maybe if she was lucky she could find a new sword. Sometimes monsters dropped them. She found hers at a poor man's unmarked grave. The man lay unburied and crushed. It was not a happy ending for him. She walked a bit. Her path lit by the remaining sliver of the moon. She heard a russle near her.