Daughter of DN. Ok, I know I've done this before, but that was a least a half year ago. My skill have improved sevenfold. Gawd, I can't believe I just said that. But it's a nice plot. Holy crap. (hits self on head) ok, I own no one.
A black hair-ed girl strode into the room. Her shoulder-blade length hair had been tied up in a loose pony tail. Her face oval-ish. Her eyes were almond shaped and a beautiful mix of blue and grey. Her high cheekbones looked very distinguished.
"Thom, I need help." She said, striding through the piles of brawling men and avoiding drunk ones who were singing their hearts out.
A slim man turned around, a bright white grin gracing his handsome face. His red hair was ruffled, as if he'd just walked out of a storm. His purple eyes sparkled. He was exactly the same height as her, as he stood up. "Good morning Raven."
"Morning." She said shortly. Thom knew it wasn't personal. Raven had a tendency to worry about not having everything perfect.
"How might I help you?" he asked cheerfully.
"I need, eh, a mage ball and a couple of bottles of blaze balm."
"Blaze balm? What are you up to this time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow amusedly.
"Oh, nothing." She smiled, revealing a row of perfect white teeth. Her entire face lit up. Thom's heart skipped a beat. It had been happening more and more often. He had no idea why. "Anyway, how's your mother? I heard she was injured lately."
"Ah she's my mother." Both of them chuckled. They had practically slammed into each other as children. Both of them lamented, they rarely, in Raven's case, never seen their parents.
"Can I get the stuff tonight?"
"Yeah, sure. Regular?"
"Regular." Raven confirmed with a nod of her head.
Later on that night Raven entered her 'regular' room, one in a small house that had been abandoned, and reclaimed by the queen of thieves. The first one as a matter of fact. But no, raven was not thinking about that, she was thinking, remembering.
Flashback
She looked up fearfully at a fair man dressed in furs and smiling in a way that made her uncomfortable. "my my, what do we have here?" he asked in a nasal voice. And Raven saw no more. She remembered waking up in a small dark room, she remembered the metal rods, but she did not remember his face. She could feel the scars. Apparently, he hated her parents. Who she didn't know… With the red hot metal rod being lowered on her face, she woke up with a gasp. She looked around, she was tangled in bedsheets, covered in sweat.
There was a knock on the door. Grabbing her ever-ready daggers, she got to the door. Opening it, the person outside found a dagger at his throat.
He gasped, and chocked, "it's me, Thom." Raven retracted her knife in a flash and was grateful the darkness covered her blush.
"Sorry." She mumbled, dragging him inside.
Well? Recognise Thom? Well, he's not Alanna's brother… I know, I didn't do the dream well. Nevermind. If anyone gets the gist of it and can rewrite it? PLEASE? And do REVIEW!
