Chapter 4: Escape To Libran IV
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She had stayed in Libran for two weeks and a half. She originally planned to stay for less but her feelings for Marki were getting in the way, making it difficult for her to leave. She could not stay in one place for long, she knew this. As safe as Libran always was, she knew she had to keep the move on before they found her. This was what she had long feared. An attachment that could hold her back.
As the two had breakfast, Marki urged her to continue her journey. It was her only way for now. To run.
After she had come through from her dreamless painful unconsciousness, weeks of Marki taking care of her half-dead body, she had found herself telling him all about her existence. The dangers that lurked around her and how they could hurt him. Yet somehow, he had understood it all.
"I know being in one place for long gets you on edge. Besides, you come to Libran more often now, so we'll be fine"
He kissed her forehead and cleaned off the food stain on her lips. She liked the way the word "we" easily rolled out of his tongue. She smiled at him. Something only he could make her do.
"You're amazing, Marki. Almost too good to be true"
"I'm not. It's because it's you" he told her. His usual remark.
This time she kissed him, more intimately. He held her in his arms, staring at her grey eyes and her perfectly bunned hair. He wished he could hold her like this forever, even though he knew he had to let her go. The thought was a bitter one.
"Marry me, Nürih" he told her. She had lost count of the number of times he had said those words. She smiled at him, an expression that was beginning to feel good.
"Yes. Once I'm done with the things I need to do" she saw his face come alive with a huge smile as his eyes crinkled with mirth. He had gotten the answer he had long dreamt of.
"I'll be waiting for you"
"Then I better be fast"
Nürih had packed up her bag, stocked them with her basic survival items and arranged her travelling combat wears. Over the weeks, her small ventures into town for gossip and information from her 'ears' had proven useful indeed. She had told Marki about her plans to leave before dawn. The day ran fast and nighttime had come. They both lay on the bed and wrapped themselves in each other's arms. Savouring the small moment together as if it was their last.
"You'll be sound asleep when I leave" she teased him.
"I won't"
"Yes, you will. You'll probably be exhausted"
"From what?"
"From this" she rolled on top of him. This time he let her take the lead. He held onto her waist as she moved around his hard parts. He thrust into her and she lay on his hard body as they kissed. It was a long night. One they would both come to miss after her departure.
Dawn was arriving. She gazed at Marki as he slumbered like a plank of wood on the bed. She took a warm bath, knowing it will be her last in a while, before dressing up in her combat-styled clothes. Her hair was packed into a tightly twisted ponytail. She had a hearty breakfast to last her for the whole week- before heading for the door.
Pausing, she tip-toed back to the bedroom and placed a kiss on Marki's lips.
"Idiot. I told you you'd be exhausted" she smiled at him as she whispered
"See you again, Marki"
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The fashionable sculpted city of Libran, for once, slept. Not a single light shone up and down from the windows of the vintage-styled homes.
The only illumination that dared to glow was the streetlights and the half-moon. The midnight chilled; the air was damp and wet. Nürih wrapped her layers of scarfs around her neck as she made her way through the city. She was headed south. From there, she would take a ship to Azkhar- The Creme Capital. Azkhar was a danger zone for her. It was where her misery all began. The sole place she needed to avoid, but with time she had come to realise that being in their territory was something they would never expect.
With Libran being so vast, she had mentally concluded that she would not get to the South Sea until the early hours of the next morning. She would have to ride the morning ship tomorrow. The ship would stop at West Azkhar. From there, she would build up her plan.
As she passed the market square and headed into the alleyways, thoughts of Marki occasionally crossed her mind. His smooth palms that caressed her body, his stern shoulders, his curled up lips that mumbled her name, all of him. She had been with men before, but not this way. Not this good. Not even close. As she walked through the roads and the swampy shortcuts, she suddenly felt like she was being watched. Someone was following her. Tailing her. She heard her follower's steps slowing behind her. Whoever it was, he was dull and noisy. She kept on walking her way, pretending she had not caught onto the fool. She knew what she had to do. How to cut off the tail. She'd let him get close enough before ending him. She played his death in her head, over and over again. It would be befitting for his foolishness. The South sea was still miles away and the thought of someone watching her was eerie. As the steps behind her got closer, she hastened her pace, running like the cold morning wind that brushed through. Her follower had been surprised, struggling to keep up with her. She slid one of the blades stacked within her thick silver hair as she watched the coward from on top of a tree. He looked slightly younger than her with a hint of frustration on his face as his eyes paced around. He whispered something inaudible to himself and scratched his spiky red hair. A ghost hunter, she assumed. She could tell from the hunter symbol tattooed on his exposed shoulder. Too bad he was so noisy for a ghost. The irony almost made her smile. Positioning her feet on the tree as silently as possible with her blade on the ready, she jumped from the tree and slashed the hunter's neck with her blade, giving him no time to react. She watched as his warm blood splattered and spillt all over, staining her face and her arm. She dumped the body by the side of the tree and searched the hunter's body for weapons, money or food. Anything that could be useful to her. She took out the pile of Azkhar gold coins that were stashed within his jacket. He was dead anyways. Of what use was gold to a dead man?
"Farewell hunter"
The metallic smell of blood was pungent in the air as she cleaned off his blood from her face with his clothes and wiped her silver blade clean, carefully sticking it back into her hair where it was. Her journey to Azkhar had barely begun and ghost hunters were already gaining on her.
This wasn't good news. She needed to hurry, faster.
Change of plans.
She needed to get to the South sea tonight and leave with the night ship. A plan she already dreaded. The night ship always led to someone's death. As vicious as she was, she did not particularly enjoy slitting people's throats. Not every time at least.
"Who would you have to kill again, Nürih?" She mumbled dourly.
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