A/N: Surprised at how quickly I got over a thousand views on the first chap. And oooh, todays the 12th of feb. It's my birthday! Whoot. Then again this chapter might not be approved till tomorrow morning. So it'll maybe be the 13th when you guys see it.
Hopefully this chapter is acceptable. Don't expect sex right away though. I'm still pretty innocent in that area even if I am legal and taken.
Enjoy.
As usual § will be next to a word that will be defined in my story, some chapters might not have as many as others though.
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Dashe felt like a bird as she sprung over the roofs littering the city skies, the wind rushing past her hair and pushing against her smooth face. She had always been a runner, someone who took pleasure in feeling her limbs and soul always on the move.
There were alot of things that many didn't know about Dashe. Her yearn for freedom being one of them. She hated being concealed or trapped, and she hated staying in one place for too long. The only exception being her home with Maire and Kaime.
She knew the only reason she loved it so much was because it was one of the few things she ever truly owned. A place where she could be comfortable in, a place where no one could order her around or threaten to beat her. A place that she could share with Maire and Kaime happily. She didn't need it to be large or regal. She just needed it to be there.
The thought of Sir Fringe just stealing it away from them only made her desperation rise. Pushing herself to move faster, the buildings shooting past her view at a speed she didn't know she had, Dashe ran...and ran and ran until her muscles ached.
Maire would have disapproved greatly.
"Dashe, you oaf§! Why the bloody crystal§ did you not take a horse!" The brunette would have nagged. Dashe could already imagine Maires blue eyes crinkling in disdain, her hands firmly set on her hips.
The thought made Dashe feel a small smile tug at her lips as she ran through the city, jumping from the roof of a church and slipping into an alley so as to avoid the Imperials that were surely lengthening the streets.
The alley was long and dark, though the sun was high its rays promptly refused to reside there. Dashe would have minded not if there hadn't been anyone else there. But just her luck, a few youths smoking cigars occupied the ally. Some of them lifted a curious eye when they heard her rapidly advancing, but none of them managed to react in time when she shot past them like a bullet.
Dashe pushed past one of the few people idly walking near the end of the alley, but she didn't stop to say sorry when the person collided with a wall, the sound of bones crunching springing forth.
She heard someone grunt in surprise and shoot obscene curses at her, but she lent a death ear to their voices and ran even faster, only focusing on reaching her destination so she could return to the house before her friends did.
And the more she grew closer to the invisible line that separated downtown Genese from her side of the city, the more her limbs began to burn. And the more her limbs burned the more she became unaware of the strange heat spreading from the crystal that lay across her collarbone.
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After avoiding several more Imperials and staying hidden in the darkest parts of the city, Dashe reached Downtown Genese.
Unlike Uptown; the landscape in that particular part of the city was alot more elegant and refined. After studying it, Dashe realized less Imperials marched there and the people were more sophisticated in their dress and manner of posture.
The Market in downtown was larger, fresher, and evidently more prettier than the Market that Dashe usually went to. The people who walked in and out of the shops all had some form of expensive attire. She didn't see a single pauper walking the streets.
Dashe had seen Uptown once when she had been a mere child being brought to a church and baptized. But she didn't remember anything about it, and she could see why not many commoners ventured there. It was almost like an unspoken law. Peasants stayed to their side, the nobles stayed to theirs. Only under certain circumstances would someone of either station venture to the other side.
And as Dashe hesitantly stood at the banister of someones home, her eyes taking in the beautiful sight of the more beautiful side of the city, she felt a wave of bitterness wash over her.
She had never been one to care for materialistic things.
Unlike Kaime, and even Maire. Dashe wanted a better life than the excuse for one she had had at the orphanage. But she didn't ask for more than she needed. She didn't want a castle or gold like Kaime would tell stories about. She was happy with the home she had now.
Even so, Dashe wondered what gave those born more well off the right to lord over their good fortune
'Truly, how did the city- no, how did the world come to be like this?' Dashe wondered as she walked away from the banister in fear that its owner might see her.
'Was I born in such a world where people cannot just be...people? Regardless of status? How out of place I am then, since I am both a filthy foreigner in their eyes AND a peasant. Must there be others like me, trapped between being a commoner and an outcast...'
The bitterness only grew as more questions sprung to mind.
Why did she and her friends have to be the ones to suffer? Why the bloody crystal did she have to be scorned just because her skin was darker? And why did she feel utterly out of place even despite her exotic differences. It was more than just feeling unwanted.
She knew she didn't belong there. But for how long? How long...would she be trapped...
In a moment of being lost in her own thoughts, Dashe boldly began to walk along the streets that led to the whorehouse which surely be on the other, more blase side of Uptown. She truly doubted a whorehouse would just be in plain view among the superior elegance of the other buildings.
