New Year

New year and new challenges ahead.

Got many things on my plate this year, and as a result my writing is suffering from it.  I still am writing, and am pushing to get back into writing again.  Its a way for me to relax, and lately I got into a game.

However the game is full of microtransactions and if you’ve every played a pay to win game, this is it.  I’d say what the game is, but it no longer deserves to be mentioned by how they’ve ruined it.

Winter set in, survived the holidays and the constant ringing of my phone during the elections (that was annoying). Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 11

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 11: A Lucky Rebellion 1

 

Gwen rode into the town of Setta, after an uneventful ride.  They made it early much to Zoe’s pleasure.  Gwen dismounted at the stable, helping Zoe down before asking the man how much to stable their horse.  After exchanging coins with the man, she turned towards the town.

“Well, looks like you’ll be having fun,” Gwen said, sizing up the crowds already.  So far she saw way too many people despite having a large market place, or was it due to the large market place.  She had hoped such a large area might think the crowd a bit.

“Yep, looks like fun,” Zoe replied, her eyes twinkling with excitement.  “I could use some charcoals for my drawings.”

“Still drawing,” Gwen said, looking down at Zoe.

“What do you think I was doing while waiting for you?” Zoe asked.  “I had to do something, even sold one drawing.”

Gwen looked down at her, before asking the next question.  “Not any nudes of me?”

“No, the people of the town,” Zoe said.

“Oh, good,” Gwen said, glad that someone she did not know had a drawing of her nude.  A disturbing idea to say the least.

They made their way towards an inn, hoping it would have open rooms.  She walked in, surprised upon not seeing an eating area, bar or anything else like that.  She walked up to the counter along with Zoe to the woman standing there, who looked at them waiting.

“How much for a room?” Gwen asked.

“Standard rates are six creds a night, if you want a bath, its seven, we have more expensive rooms, the suites are eight a night and the luxury suite is ten and includes a bathing area,” she said, obviously well-rehearsed over time.

Gwen looked over at Zoe who appeared excited again and made up her mind.  “Is the luxury room taken?”

“Nope, usually the last one taken,” she said, bored.

“We’ll take it,” Gwen said.

“All right, top floor, last door,” she said, as Gwen handed over several coins.

“Who do we ask about filling the bath?” Zoe asked.

“You can fill it yourself, indoor running water, must not get out of the backwoods,” the innkeeper replied, looking at Zoe as if she never heard of such a thing.

“Come on,” Gwen said, tugging Zoe along, before the younger woman could say anything.

“City folk, so uppity,” Zoe finally said as they walked the stairs.  “Have you seen running water indoors?”

“Well, it was really starting to catch on in the Realm when I left,” Gwen said.  “Many of the older homes and business were getting it, guess it took a while longer to reach out here.”

“So I didn’t live in a large town,” Zoe mumbled, crossing her arms.

“Well, now you’ll have seen it, and used it,” Gwen said, as they reached the top floor and headed for the last door.  Opening the door she moved in seeing the large room, and a door off to the side, indicating the bath.

She watched Zoe look on at the tub.  “I think we can both fit,” she finally said.  Gwen had to agree.

“Let’s find something to eat first,” Gwen said.

“We’re not eating here, that’s for sure,” Zoe said.

“Yeah, it is unusual for an inn to not have a tavern, or at least a bar,” Gwen said, as they unpacked a bit.  She changed out of her armors, not wanting to start a fight.  As long as she remained neutral, she hoped no one would try anything.

They walked out heading for the nearest restaurant.  She spotted a group of men who caught her eye and groaned.

“Great,” Gwen mumbled.

“What?” Zoe asked, having heard Gwen’s statement, and looking around as well.

“Oh, Leo is in town,” Gwen stated.  She continued on taking Zoe’s hand as they approached the tavern, only to have a couple of people block their way.

“Another group of damn lesbos headed to the lesbos tavern, how cute,” one said, he looked to be in his mid-twenties, as did his two buddies.

“I suggest you move,” Gwen said, feeling Zoe’s hand tighten, then released allowing her free movement of both arms.

“Or you’ll what?  Tell the guards?” he replied, with a laugh that the others joined in on.

“Or you’ll face me,” another voice said.  Gwen looked over to see a large man, who stood about almost a foot taller than she did.

“Ottis, didn’t know you were in town,” the man said, then quickly backed away and took off away from the tavern.

“Sorry about them, technoals,” he said, causing Gwen to nod, the group who thought people like her should be killed for loving someone of the same sex.

“Large group around here?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, they usually stay on the East side though,” he said, “welcome though, I know Yvette will love the customers.”

Gwen stepped inside, seeing the obvious signs of the clientele of the tavern, and were met by a server, who led them to their table, never asking if they were together, but seemed to assume it.

“This is nice,” Zoe said, looking around at the tables.

“Yep,” Gwen said, as she looked around, and were even given a menu to choose what they wanted.  Zoe seemed a bit shocked at that, but quickly recovered. Probably not wanting to be called some backwoods person again.  She would be in for a lesson of large towns, even Setta seemed a bit behind in technology compared to here.

Gwen settle din to enjoy the evening, hoping Leo id not spoil it for them.

***

Gwen looked on as Zoe made her way through the crowds heading to another merchant that caught her eye.  So far she had bought very little, but seemed to enjoy looking.  They had looked at jewelry, clothes, and she had managed to look at weapons and armor before stopping for lunch.  Now they approached the next merchant, and Gwen saw art supplies.  The very thing Zoe had been looking for.  She seemed to take her time, looking at everything with the same expert eye she had done with the weapons.

Gwen watched as the young woman looked through the supplies, paper and other things which she had no idea about.  Zoe picked up several things, before finally appearing satisfied with her purchase, then began to haggle for the price.  Gwen looked on as she reduced the price by several creds before finally agreeing to ten creds for everything.

“That was fun,” Zoe said, putting the purchase into a bag, she felt a bump, and look on to see a kid running through the crowd, and mentally cussed at his parents.

“Yeah, I guess,” Gwen replied, starting forwards only to have a man blocked their path.  She sighed recognizing him as Leo.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said.  “The very bitch who ruined my life.”

“I’d say you’ve done that on your own, didn’t need my help,” Gwen replied.

“Very funny, how about I mess you two up, you can watch as we do things to your little slave,” he said.

“We?’ Gwen said, raising an eyebrow.

“I have some new associates,” he said, as two others came up to her.  “Let’s take this somewhere else, shall we?”

“I don’t think I’m going anywhere with you,” Gwen said, standing slightly in front of Zoe, protecting her from whatever might happen.

“You don’t get it, I hold the trump card,” Leo said, smiling.  “You see, that kid, well, you’ve been drugged.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide in shock.  But even as she realized it, she felt herself starting to feel heavy, and a wave of dizziness rolled over her.  She knew Zoe was looking at her strangely, and said something, but she couldn’t get her body to move correctly.  She fell forward before blacking out.

***

Gwen blinked open her eyes, bolting up in a panic, wishing she hadn’t as dizziness washed over her.

“Relax,” she heard Zoe say, pushing her back down onto the bed.

“W-Where are we?” Gwen said, quickly recalling what happened.  She remembered the market, and Leo confronting them and then something about being drugged.  Had he done something?  She quickly looked over at Zoe, who appeared fine.

“We’re in our room,” Zoe answered, confusing Gwen.  Had she imagined the entire thing?

“How did we get here?” she asked.  “And what happened with Leo?”

“Oh, well, he’s been taken care of,” Zoe answered.  “Seems like Ottis was walking by when we were confronted, and well, stepped in when he saw you fall.  He’s a really nice guy, a big teddy bear if you ask me.  His partner is also very nice.”

Gwen tried to keep up with the conversation but found herself lost, aside from the fact the large guy from last night stepped in to help them.

“He thought they were technoals, at least until Greis showed up,” Zoe said.

Gwen rubbed her forehead at the information being told to her.  Greis was here as well as Leo.  It made no sense to her.

“Oh yea, Greis wants to talk to us.  He knows we’re not master slave.” Zoe sad.

Things seemed to be strange, and she felt horrible, she had allowed herself to caught unaware of the situation knowing that Leo was there.  If Ottis had not been passing by, Leo might have hurt Zoe.  That thought angered Gwen, wondering what happened to the man.

“And Leo?” she asked.

“Dead,” Zoe said.

“Ottis killed him?’ Gwen asked.

“No, a servant of Greis’ did,” Zoe replied.

“Greis ordered his own son killed?” Gwen stated, unsure about hos this conversation seemed to be going.  Things seemed rather confusing.  “They must have had quite a fall out.”

“Well, he did threaten him, and then tried to attack him, even the sheriff said it was self-defense, no charges are to be filed.  He got lucky if you ask me,” Zoe said.

“Sounds more like we got lucky that Ottis was walking by at that moment,’ Gwen said.

“We’re safe, that’s what matters, I was really worried,” Zoe said, her face showing the concern for the first time.  “When you collapsed, I was scared, then Ottis showed up.  He didn’t believe Leo’s story one bit.”

“A big guy with brains, what do you know,” Gwen stated, knowing she owned him a big thank you.

Gwen sat up, feeling the diminishing effects of the drug, whatever Leo had used.  “How long have I been out?”

“Most of the afternoon, it’s almost supper time,” Zoe replied.  “The healer said it was slesteria, a mild but quick knock out drug.”

Gwen nodded, familiar with it, a quick drug usually used by the military, it would knock out your opponent rather quickly and for several hours.  An effective drug for a battle where you didn’t want to kill your enemy.

Gwen realized she would have to head out, and probably thank Greis and Ottis for their help.  Without them she might have been in big trouble, and probably at least one of them hurt.

****

Gwen sat down at the table at the tavern where Zoe mentioned Greis wanted to meet with her.  It was not very crowded yet, and the supper crowd had yet to arrive.

“Sorry to hear about your son,” Gwen finally said, hoping he did not someone blame her for the trouble.

“Yes, but he left me no choice, sad really, I should grieve him more, but I find I cannot at this time,” he said, surprising her.

“But you will, a parent should grieve for their children,” Zoe said, speaking up.

“Hmm, yes, that is true, but I think I’ve already done that.  He really had left me little choice in the matter.  I also knew he was plotting to kill me,” he told them, shocking Zoe speechless.

“How did you learn that?” Gwen asked.

“A friend of his said so, that he was teaming up with some others, like Louis and Stephos,” Greis said.  “However I’ve since learned that Stephos is dead, and Louis is now headed to the Realm for trial and execution.  He really had nowhere else to go.  In fact, his encounter with you was the last chance he had with me.”

Gwen looked at him for several seconds as he thought about something.

“You see, I knew the moment I saw you two that you were not some merchant, though she did play a nice slave.  We all were acting it seems, except for Valerie.  I don’t think she knew I was acting,” Greis said, taking a sip of the drink.  “You see, I knew who you were.  Oh sure, you’ve cut your hair, but I knew.”

Gwen felt trapped by his words.  He knew, was he going to try some sort of blackmail against her?  She prepared herself for anything, but Zoe was the one who spoke up.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” Zoe asked.

“You see, I knew she could take care of herself against Leo, and I needed to test him one last time,” Greis said.  “He failed the test that night while you were bathing.  I had Lars ready to get the sheriff in a moments notice.  When he walked in with his friends, I knew what would happen, and thought he might understand what I’ve told him, someone out there is always stronger.”

“I’m not sure he would have changed, even after he met that person,” Gwen said.

“No, instead he planned his revenge, while going into the illegal slave trading,” Greis said.

“So, what will you do next?” Zoe asked.

“Ah, well, I’ll be selling my company, and if anything happens to me, my first wife will receive my fortune, house, and servants.  She is a kind person, passed that on to our daughter,” he sold them.

“What about your daughter, she wouldn’t want to take over?” Zoe asked, confused.

“She’s already successful in her own, you met her,” Greis said, shocking Gwen at that.

“Valerie is your daughter?” Gwen said, watching him nod yes.  “Does she know?”

“She will, as I hope she takes care of my estate like she does hers, especially the servants.  I gave her the option of making them free if she so chooses,” Greis said.  “But,” he stopped as the food was delivered and looked over at Gwen, “I have something else to say to you.”

Gwen tensed, knowing this was the big question, why he wanted to talk to her.

“The Realm needs you, in a year things will be so bad there that I fear collapse, and total chaos,” he said, waving his hand to stall her protest, “I’ve heard all the rumors, and lately, I’ve wondered what the truth is, especially considering what your cousin is doing now.  We need another member of the Royal family to stand up to what they are doing.”

“I’m not exactly a person who they will welcome back,” Gwen said.  “I have blood on my hands.”

“Perhaps, but I fear if you don’t do anything, more bloodshed is unavoidable,” he told her.  “Thousands are at risk, and from my sources, many are wishing you had won that day.”

“I wasn’t trying anything,” Gwen hissed, knowing that was what everyone thought, Marcy made sure of that when she stabbed her in the back.

“Same then,” Greis said, taking a bite to eat, “wonderful, how is yours?”

Gwen blinked at the sudden turn in the conversation, and looked down at the food, which she had not touched.  Looking over at Zoe, she seemed to be deep in thought, which slightly disturbed her.

“I have said my peace to you Gwen, the rest is up to you, but take into consideration, things have changed in the past couple of years, and not for the better,” Greis said,

They ate the rest of the meal in relative silence, with some talk about the weather and such.  Finally they made their way back to the inn, and their room.  Gwen wondered what was going through Zoe’s mind, she had been quiet for far too long.  Gwen turned to her partner as they got ready for bed, despite not really feeling tired.

“What did he mean?” Zoe finally asked.  “Are you part of the Royal Family of the Realm?”

Gwen knew the time had come to spill her secret, yet she fear filled her.  Unlike any fear of battle, this was the fear of lose, a betrayal of trust once more.  She finally had an idea.

“I’ll tell you in the morning on the trail,” Gwen said, seeing a look on Zoe’s face.  “Please, allow me one more night of happiness with you?”

“You think I’ll leave,” Zoe said, “no trust in me?”

“I-I don’t know, only for one more night, I promise to tell you on the road,” Gwen said.  She watched Zoe who finally decided to agree.

***

Gwen had her arms wrapped around Zoe, both were tired, and Gwen knew that neither had slept much, of course they had been active most of the night, and then Gwen held her for the rest of the night, not falling asleep.  She wanted to preserve the memory in her soul.  She felt Zoe move around a bit, restless and Gwen knew why.  She had promised, and now the time had come.

“The honest answer to your question, am I a part of the Royal family, is yes,” Gwen said, as Zoe turned to look at her.  “My first name is Ruth.”

She felt Zoe stiffen at the name, but said nothing.

“My uncle is the king, and my cousin is Derek, the heir to the throne.  When I was twenty I met a mage named Marcy, I should have stayed away from her, but she was outgoing, funny, smart, everything I had been looking for in a girl,” Gwen said.  “She charmed my entire family, never seeing her for the low life she was, the two faced liar.”

Gwen paused, wondering if Zoe would say anything so far.   She did not mention that Marcy was the same one now looking for her according to Zeltran, the same one who should be dead.

“How did she betray you?” Zoe asked, still looking forward.

“I had been working to infiltrate the rebellion under the king’s orders, and done a good job,” Gwen said, recalling her attempts to find the resistance leaders.  “They were well hidden, but I managed to locate them.  I went along with a squad of to the town.  The group included Marcy, she is a powerful wind mage.  We tracked the rebels to a town.  I went in first, to scout the town, as the rebels would know me and not be alarmed.  However, when I got there, the town had been wiped out.  I looked around, seeing Realm soldiers, and bent down to investigate, that’s when the rebels arrived.”

Gwen stopped, recalling that day, so much blood had been spilled.

“They figured I had killed the village with my soldiers, and with the rebels there, an entire town massacred, my troops arrived, and Marcy yelling out how I was with the rebels who had killed the town folk.  They refused to listen, I had to fight my way out.  I thought I remember seeing Marcy killed that day in all the fighting.  I managed to return back home, but it wasn’t pretty,” Gwen said.

“The queen?” Zoe asked, obviously having heard the story that she killed the queen.

“Yes, she always listened to both sides, and figured her as my only hope for someone to listen to my side,” Gwen said, she could still recall that night.  “I walked into her chamber,” she paused before continuing.  “She was already dead, stabbed by a knife.  I went to investigate, that’s when a guard walked in with the king.  He ordered my execution on the spot for murdering the queen.”

“So, you didn’t do it?” Zoe said.

“No, but I did kill a lot of rebels and my own troops that day,” Gwen said.  “I was considered a traitor by both sides.”

“In an obvious set up,” Zoe said.  “It all sounds like a set-up, especially considering the queen’s death was supposed to be by you retaliating for the rebel leader’s deaths.”

Gwen thought about that, she had been running for so long, and tried to block it all out, she never thought about it much anymore.

“They chased you I suppose,” Zoe said.

“I started for home at first, but saw they had already been there, executing all the servants, as punishment, my father and mother had died a year earlier from illness,” Gwen said.  “With my own family saying I was a traitor, I ran, with nowhere else to go.  I ran to the Shadowlands, where a group cornered me in a building, setting it on fire they shot anyone who came out, of course blaming that on me as well.  I survived by jumping out the back when they were not looking.  So they assumed I had been killed, but with no proof the king never stopped the order to kill me.”

“And what is going on in the Realm?” Zoe asked, shocking Gwen.  She had not expected that question.

“I’m not sure, haven’t been keeping up,” Gwen replied.

“And what did Zeltran want?” Zoe asked.

“That my old lover, Marcy is looking for me, to be part of the rebellion,” Gwen spat out.  “After what she did to me.”

“Maybe you should go,” Zoe said after a few seconds of silence.

“Why?” Gwen asked.

“To clear your name, so you don’t have to live in darkness anymore,” Zoe said.

Gwen looked at her for a few seconds, seeing that she was completely gung-ho about it.  “All right, we’ll go and see what she wants,” Gwen finally said, uneasy about the situation.

“Good, have to clear your name anyways,” Zoe said.  “It will make the future easier.”

Gwen could not dispute that comment, and had to wonder if she could clear her name.  From what both Zeltran and Greis said, things were very different in the Realm now.

Continued in part 12.

 

Lucky Luck – Part 10

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 10: A Lucky Town II

Gwen and Zeltran had disabled several traps already, working out a large enough path for the escape, in case the kids tried to move in a different direction by accident.  Several traps were well hidden, but were easily spotted from above.  Louis never considered someone in the trees to approach the camp.

They went through the path several times, and counted the guards, when they walked though, and how often.  One flaw to Louis’ defenses, the guards never checked to see if the traps were still working, only if someone had been caught in them. They were finally satisfied with the work and settled in on waiting for nightfall.

Now however, it meant she had to spend time with Zeltran.   He had worked quietly and efficiently with her, and looking over at him, he merely looked on comfortably watching the camp and its activity.  She was ready to go, and he looked so relaxed.  She looked over watching as the guard switched.  Louis paced around the camp several times, with couriers racing to and from the camp.  He had to be working on getting a new backer for his slaves.

Three new riders came into the camp, and Gwen froze a bit, recognizing them, hoping this did not complicate things.  With the arrival of Leo, it appeared Louis had a new backer.  The man worked quickly in Gwen’s opinion. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – part 9

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 9: A Lucky Town

 

Gwen guided the horse down the path.  A gift from Valerie as a peace offering for what she had said, and for services rendered.  Gwen and Zoe reluctantly accepted, and Valerie reassured Zoe that the saddle was normal this time.  Zoe had fallen asleep not long ago as the motion from the horse lulled her into sleep after the emotional time the past few days since leaving Setta.  Traveling between towns would be quicker now with transportation, and most towns had a stable she could keep Eros at.

After leaving Setta they had talked a bit more about her being a latgic.  To Gwen it explained so much, from why people wanted Zoe, to her incredible luck.  Zoe had not seen herself as lucky, and Gwen could understand.  From her point of view it would seem like everyone but her got lucky, they always won against what she wanted.  Gwen had defended her against Stephos, and others before she even knew about the situation.  So Stephos had not gained all her luck, because if he had, Gwen would have lost that first battle with him.

Gwen mused he probably followed them into town, expecting them split up, like they had done.  However he had not expected the town to be so crowded, nor of them sharing a room.  She told Zoe that her luck did affect her, after all, everything that seemed to happen since then directly affected her. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 8

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 8: A Lucky Slave? II

Gwen led Zoe down the hallway following Valerie and Lori into a larger room with several long tables.  Servants were busy bring food into the room and setting it on the side table.

“An excellent looking feast as normal,” Valerie said.

“Yes, however sadly I think it won’t change your mind, will it,” Greis said.  Gwen waited to see how Valerie would handle this situation.

“You are retiring next year still,” Valerie said, watching Greis nod yes.  “I can’t do business with your son, so I have to look for someone else now.”

“As I thought,” he said sadly with a shake of his head.  “It seems like I have no choice, if I want to keep my money.”

Gwen stiffened slightly at the approaching power, knowing Leo was about to enter the room.

“You’re late,” Greis said. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 7

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 7: A Lucky Slave?

Gwen walked down the street of the town looking over Setta.  They decided after everything that happened yesterday that Zoe would go shopping and she would look for Hans’ office.  Zoe had taken off to the markets while Gwen followed the instruction by John to Hans’ place.  She finally spotted the small building, really it looked like a small one room building and no one really around.  Walking inside she spotted a short man with long dark hair sitting behind the desk.  He looked up as she entered.

“Help you miss?” he asked, the tone neutral.

“Looking for work, John mentioned you,” Gwen said, taking the time to look around, seeing a second desk and another man, along with a smaller room off to one side.

“John you say, intriguing.  He usually doesn’t send me people, must have impressed him.  What did you do?” the man asked.

“Did some work helping him with his transportation issue,” Gwen answered, leaving out Stephos. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 6

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 6: A Lucky Kid

 

Gwen slowly woke with the realization that Zoe was using her as a pillow.  Looking down at the blonde hair on her shoulder, the girl still fast asleep. She took a second to look at the face, relaxed in sleep.  Stretching slightly she felt all the points of contact between their bare flesh.  Last night had been wonder and brought a smile to her face.  Zoe had been true to her words in repaying Gwen for the bathtub earlier.

Taking a moment to look out the window at the soft glow of dawn breaking through.  Realizing they would have to leave soon, especially if they wanted to make it to the next town during the daylight hours.  She reached over poking at the exposed shoulder.  Zoe mumbled in answer, sending vibrations though her skin.  Poking again she got a better reaction.  Sleepy green eyes opened and peered at her.

“It’s not morning yet,” she mumbled, putting her head back down.

“Oh no, time to get up,” Gwen said, changing the target, and going after the ribs, earning a squeal.  “Oh, ticklish,” Gwen grinned at the revelation. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 5

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 5: A Lucky Problem

Gwen made her way along the path, or at least what path she could make out in the snow.  The sun’s rays had melted it a bit, making it not very deep, unlike the knee deep it had been two days earlier.  They stayed a day longer in the cave then she expected, but felt it had been worth it.  She had not seen the group after them, and checked a few times for footprints of groups going the opposite way, but saw nothing.

She glanced back to her little lover, following the same footsteps she used.  Zoe’s footwear was not as hardy as Gwen’s, and she wore an older cloak that Gwen no longer used for warmth.

“Gwen?” Zoe asked, as Gwen stopped to look back at her.  She had an excited look in her eyes making Gwen wonder what had gone through that mind of hers now as she hopped over to stand next to her.

Yeah?” Gwen replied, waiting to hear the question. Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 4

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

(this part has more adult scenes, definitely NC-17 and NSFW, you’ve been warned)

Part 4: A Lucky Cave

Gwen glanced around again at the trail.  She had seen no one now in almost an hour, and the last group she past had been a couple of mercenaries headed in the opposite direction.  Looking over at Zoe, the girl had her hair tied back into a long ponytail, and did not seem to be bothered by the walk.  In fact, she appeared deep in thought at the moment.

That look made Gwen wonder what the girl might say next.  The last time she had been so quite, she suddenly asked the question where did dirt come from?  Then she listened for the next half-hour about her theory about it.  Gwen did not find it bad, and the girl had actually thought it through a bit.

They managed to leave the town in good time, though Gwen did not tell her why.  She spotted Zeltran in the crowd and did not want to be spotted.  She had the feeling he was tracking her and did not want to fight him in the town.  He had a high fighting power, not as hish as hers, but one that meant their fight would be much more.  She wondered if his tracking her somehow was related to Stephos and Zoe.  Was he hired by whoever wanted Zoe to take her? Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 3

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 3: A Lucky Job

 

Gwen moved slightly so the server could take the plate away.  Zoe had talked about the town, showing that she could pick up information from people, and even mentioned that some bounty hunter was looking for a woman with powers.  The description was long brown hair, and brown eyes, and a mage.  Gwen felt a bit of relief they were not looking for her, and relaxed a bit.

“So, are we really leaving then?’ Zoe asked, looking around.

“Yeah, a bit too crowded here,” Gwen replied.  The merchants would be here for another couple of days, and with so much activity she felt anxious to leave.  She also knew with what Zoe saved her, she could afford to move on to the next town before looking for jobs.

“Bigger towns mean more jobs,” Zoe said, as if reading her mind.  “You could do some bounty hunter jobs or something.” Continue reading…

 

Lucky Luck – Part 2

Lucky Luck

by AJ Marks

Part 2:  A Lucky Test

Gwen saw the town ahead feeling relieved.  She spent the last two hours listening to Zoe, who managed to talk non-stop about a variety of topics.  It amazed her the girl’s voice had not given out.  Now entering the town, she noticed the bustle of people, and felt cursed.  Why were so many people in this town?

“Wow, so this is Alarion, heard about it, never been here.  Merchants say it’s a major trading town in the Shadowland,” Zoe said, causing Gwen to look over at the girl.  She too had heard of the town.  One of the largest and known for its merchant shops from all over.  People came here to trade.  She would have to be careful, in case someone recognized her.

“Think you can make if from here?” Gwen asked, looking down at her tag-a long hoping the girl could.

“But I haven’t thanked you properly, and I have your shirt,” Zoe said, unsure about leaving. Continue reading…