Revenge served Short
The crackle of flames, sparkling up into the darkening ebony sky snapped her back awake. Shimmering emerald orbs, dotted with soft brown flakes peered out from swaying dark locks that fell across her soft features.
"Good job Rin," She snapped at herself, irritated that she had dozed off once again. That's all she needed. To fall asleep and get mauled by a marauding shiva wolf or bug bear. She stood up, stretching her legs and feeling the tender muscles strain, bones popping in the cool night air. She crossed over, past the fire and knelt beside the small broke beside her camp. She dipped her slender fingers into the crystal water and slapped the cold droplets across her face.
Shaking her head, she shivered at the sudden rush. Enough to wake her up she thought, satisfied. She strolled back to her fire and sat cross legged before it once more, sighing as she watched the fire. Poking at it, Rin wondered if she was even justified at being here.
Rin was a thief and assassin. Well, for the past few days she had been. Her family had been thrown out from their home, simply because they weren't human. Rin was a halfing, though often times she was being mistaken for a gnome or hobbit. The thought of having hairy feet made her gag and she had to take a sip of wine to cool her nerves. No, she was a pure blooded halfing. A three foot beauty that turned heads wherever she went. It was almost as if a mage had used a spell upon a human and shrunk them down in size. That...was her.Who she was.
Example of a halfing next to a war dog, a halfings favorite method of travel.
And tonight, she was sneaking her way toward the man who had ruined not only her, but her family's lives. She knew not where they were, as she was far too consumed with rage burning within her bosom. She pulled out the rusted knife tied to her hip and stared at it, her fingers shaking at the memory that was flooding into her mind.
He was a large heavy set man, flanked by two of the most meanest leering humans she had ever seen. One toyed with the blade of his axe, while the other made lued jestures toward her and her younger sisters.
"This home is meant for....HUMANS." The heavy man laughed, his belly jiggling. "And that means...we have no room for your KIND." He grinned down at them, huddled fearfully together. No one stopped to help. Nobody cared. The other non humans knew better then to step in.
The man wouldn't even allow them to gather their things. It was a further blow as both sides knew that the new family moving in would have no use for miniature furniture. No use at all. The man reached into the house and mocking threw something at them. It was a rusted kitchen knife, the only one they owned. It slide neatly across the dirt toward their feet.
"Here" The man laughed. "Use this to hunt rats. I am not a unkind person." He added to the laugther of his men and several of the watching humans...
She shook her head. She hunted a bigger rat this night. She strapped the knife back into her belt and returned to watching the fire once more.
Morning came and all that remained of the fire was a few ashen logs neatly stacked in a hollowed pit. There was no sign of whom was behind the camp fire. The guards who had come by it decided to say nothing about it to their boss. It was a waste of breath and it didn't seem to have any danger to it. Only an amateur would light a fire in the first place.
Rin raced easily along the forest grounds, no fear of hitting the branches overhead. She leaped over a log and then almost slipped as she landed. She held onto the trunk of a tree and caught her breath. Through the distant branches, she could barely make out the mansion where that devil of a man lived. It sent fire down her veins once again. She redoubled her efforts and found herself standing at the base of a large wall that completed dwarfed her. She gulped, her fingers beginning to shake.
"No...no" she told herself. "You can do this Rin." She held the knife between her teeth and removed her tiny boots. Wiggling her toes she looked up to the top of the wall. Then she began to climb, digging her fingers and toes into the creases of the wall and pulling her light body higher and higher.
It felt as if many hours had passed and she finally pulled her strained body over the top and let herself drop down to the other side. She smiled as she neared the first window. Humans were always so careless as she opened the unlocked window and climbed in. Holding the knife, now in her hands, she set the foul smelling bag she carried on the ground. Time to get to work.
Gerald laughed with his guests, pinched some ladies and made a fool of himself the entire day. But he could afford too. He was rich. He was powerful. And he was in charge. As he waddled toward his room, he thought of grabbing a maid to bring with him, but decided against it. He opened his door, shut it, and was instantly hit with a foul scent that wafted up his nose. He turned and stared at the source. A rat was nailed to the back of his door, its rotting corpse making him wrench in disgust.
"What? Who dares?" He snapped, wondering who was foolish enough to prank him.
"I dare" A soft voice said and he turned to see a beautiful little girl on his bed. No...not a little girl. A wretched little nonhuman. How dare she! How dare this filth he thought.
"Why are you here?" He demaned, straighting up. After all, he was a human. He was superior.
"To hunt a rat" she said with a smile, showing him a familiar rusted knife in hand. And then she lunged...
The End
(It was a silly, no actually plot story, but I hoped you all enjoyed it)
(Was inspired by soolkiki and mprezzy to throw this together!)
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