{Anzu spat in the guards' face three times before he lost his cool. His
callused hand smacked her face, it left it's red imprint on her cheek. She
was here, the third time in her seventeen years. "Bakura, you'll pay for
this." She stated, naming her betrayer. Hatred seemed to seep from her
pores at the thought of him, even her captor cringed when he touched her
clammy skin.}
The third X; A thief's trial, Anzu's story
The third X, when one life ends. When another, more harsh, cruel and desolate begins. For a thief, the third X is slavery.
Anzu and her pet dog Namu ran along the nyle river bank as the sun sank under the horizon, the first stars made their smiling appearance joyously, Anzu laughed and ran back and forth with Namu playing fetch. Her childlike innocence had led her to believe that she would arrive home a day early and camp out of the nyle for the first time in her life. Her parents would never know unless her sister went down to fetch some water and she could even spy on them to see if they were going to throw her a welcome home party. She hadn't even told Bakurah she was home yet. Anzu grinned cheekily and silently stalked towards the house only to notice Bakurah, covered in blood, running from the scene. Anzu, forgetting the element of wanted surprise, ran, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her lithe body. The pools of crimson fluid dripped from the second story window of the graveyard and Anzu climbed the vine and looked inside. She screamed.
Blood, it's metallic-y substance flowed in pools around the floor and out the floor level window. Everything and everyone she cared for, slaughtered. All because of the betrayal of one man, Bakurah.
The third X; A thief's trial, Anzu's story
The third X, when one life ends. When another, more harsh, cruel and desolate begins. For a thief, the third X is slavery.
Anzu and her pet dog Namu ran along the nyle river bank as the sun sank under the horizon, the first stars made their smiling appearance joyously, Anzu laughed and ran back and forth with Namu playing fetch. Her childlike innocence had led her to believe that she would arrive home a day early and camp out of the nyle for the first time in her life. Her parents would never know unless her sister went down to fetch some water and she could even spy on them to see if they were going to throw her a welcome home party. She hadn't even told Bakurah she was home yet. Anzu grinned cheekily and silently stalked towards the house only to notice Bakurah, covered in blood, running from the scene. Anzu, forgetting the element of wanted surprise, ran, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her lithe body. The pools of crimson fluid dripped from the second story window of the graveyard and Anzu climbed the vine and looked inside. She screamed.
Blood, it's metallic-y substance flowed in pools around the floor and out the floor level window. Everything and everyone she cared for, slaughtered. All because of the betrayal of one man, Bakurah.