Of Flayed Skin & Flayed Minds
Clouds Forest “Help me!” The little child cried dropping to the ground. “They're after me!” Only Percival's hand stopped what was to be Siin's rush to aid the small thing. She was blackened with soot and ash over the whole of her dark skin. Her bright yellow eyes, bloodshot and sheened with tears. All she bore on her back was a black scroll case slung with leather. “She looks strange. Kill her.” Kodlaa instantly hated this scene and unsheathed her daggers. The tiny shivering girl started to cry. “No, wait. Don't sob. Who's after you?” Siin broke from Percival to stoop near the girl. Her palms were like ice. “I've no freedom. I crave...” “Percival, she's a slave.” Siin knelt, shivering in some old memories of his own. “No.” Percival's skin felt strange and familiar at the same time
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