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Two had been nobles that had left their territories in the midst of destruction and decided to let those who lived there starve to death.
Another had been known to leave his servants in unspeakable shape that had only warranted a small warning from his majesty about how hard they would be to replace and that the other servants became less productive having to clean up after them, dead or alive.
Zoraida though?
She asked for the death of a simple castle chef, the money she had been given to by other servants who had been done with his gazing eyes and hollow smirk.
When he had turned that gaze upon Zoraida, she knew he was next to be killed.
The mercenary had never been caught and yet few decided to try and meet up with him. Zoraida, the white sorceress, was past fear.
She had been seen as a weak and feeble thing, her pale skin and hair only helping the image of a fragile creature.
She was the king’s pet, a sorceress that had showed her magic at the late age of fourteen when sorceresses had been had thought to have been extinct.
Instead of being killed, she had been kidnapped and imprisoned before being studied. Scientists had discovered she was gifted with a rare form of magic that caused death to follow in her footsteps, but never to come near.
It was the only type of magic that had seemed to survive the apocalypse.
She held death at her fingertips, but it did not bow to her will.
Zoraida was thin though she was certainly not unhealthy; she ate well as no one liked a broken toy. Her magic was sometimes on display with flickering lights that would shatter as the darkness creeped in and then...didn’t.
It was much like a party joke she didn’t understand; everyone laughed and she was the one to stare in confusion.
It made her angry. Unspeakably angry. She leashed her anger, waiting for the day her knuckles could connect with one of the nobles’s ruddy faces as she looked on docily.
She was viewed as a doll and so she acted like until the day she crept out of the castle and held herself straighter as she walked confidently into the darkness.
The winter air nipped at her and tried to get past her coat’s defenses. She tugged it closer to her as snowflakes rushed to the ground, desperate to cover the ground in a thick blanket.
She was suppose to be meeting her car by the wall that separated the capital from the Wasteland.
She was suppose to be meeting her car by the wall that separated the capital from the Wasteland.
Oasis Landing had been lush and full of vegetation until the day safety precautions were destroyed and technology growth took its place.
Chemical waste had built up and a dumping area had been established that grew larger and larger into the territory now known as the Wasteland on the border of the capital.
The Wasteland was deadly now; you died quickly at best or you died slowly from contamination during the years at worse.
Precautions had been taking to keep it from spreading, but the damage still remained.
The poorest took their chances in scavenging and living there as once you got in to Oasis Landing, you rarely ever got out.
Precautions had been taking to keep it from spreading, but the damage still remained.
The poorest took their chances in scavenging and living there as once you got in to Oasis Landing, you rarely ever got out.
It was the only place in Oasis Landing that the poor could try to carve a life out of.
The center of Oasis Landing was a gilded cage.
The center of Oasis Landing was a gilded cage.
She had lived in cages her whole life, big and small, and she wasn’t so sure what she would do if she got out of them.
Walking around Oasis Landing at night wasn’t too terrifying; most criminals that were caught were executed while a few disappeared without a trace. The criminals that weren’t punished were the rich and powerful. They could commit the crime in daylight and it wouldn’t make that big of a difference.
Cameras were placed discreetly in corners on public streets, but could be avoided if you knew where to look. Her pace quickened as she pulled up her sleeve to check her watch for the time.
She wasn’t sure she would meet the car in time. She could have taken one of the more modern forms of transportation, but had chosen not to.
Oasis Landing was ahead of its time and other cities like it by decades, maybe even hundreds of years.
The clothing styles on Oasis Landing were different from the rest of the world’s yet seeing regular clothing wasn’t too uncommon.
No matter how crazy and eccentric the signature clothing from Oasis Landing got, there would always be something else to choose from.
Twenty minutes later, Zoraida finally reached the barrier of Oasis Landing. The farther away you got from the palace, the worse it became. The barrier was dented, it’s metal starting to rust. It was the fine line between the Wasteland and the city.
Twenty minutes later, Zoraida finally reached the barrier of Oasis Landing. The farther away you got from the palace, the worse it became. The barrier was dented, it’s metal starting to rust. It was the fine line between the Wasteland and the city.
Crossing it was a task within itself.
Luckily for her, she had been directed to a person who could get her through the barrier and back in unnoticed. All it required was a hefty price.
Zoraida had been tempted to steal from the nobles that paraded around the palace without care. Her fingers had itched to grab a few coins and make a run for it.
She had to be more careful than that, less impulsive. She snorted.
She was the definition of impulsive when she could be. It had taken a long time and a lot of discipline to learn how to bite her tongue.
She had to be more careful than that, less impulsive. She snorted.
She was the definition of impulsive when she could be. It had taken a long time and a lot of discipline to learn how to bite her tongue.
The car finally drove up to Zoraida and without much of a thought, she opened the door as she went to meet with a licensed murderer.
