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Excusing the serving girl from her presence, Lucrecia closed the door to her chambers, the basket of whiskey and ale tucked under one arm. She set the basket onto the table before grabbing a bottle and falling onto the straw mattress. After two weeks of sleeping on the ground, this was like heaven, though the walls seemed to press in on her. She suddenly longed to be out under the open sky with Tarquin as her only companion. It used to be so simple. All she did was move from battlefield to battlefield, earning money and sleeping with those she deemed worthy. <br/>
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<i>Our heart's desire...</i><br/>
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Salazaar's words rang in her mind. What was her heart's desire? She honestly didn't know. She didn't have any ambition or dreams. She just wanted to fight, to forget. She took a long drought of the whiskey, downing half the bottle. The effects were immediate, she could already feel the tingling of the alcohol enter her brain. She laughed suddenly, a high desperate sound. Did those fools really believe that the Gods would give them anything they wanted? And what did she want? Nothing! She wanted to be left alone!<br/>
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An image of a young girl appeared in her mind. A beautiful dark skinned girl with a dazzling smile. It took Lucrecia offguard, this image. She downed the rest of her bottle and groped for a new one. <i>No, show me anything but her.</i> She tried to banish the girl from her mind, hurriedly drinking from the new bottle. Liquid spilled down her chin in her haste, but she did not move to wipe it away. She could hear that girl's laughter. It sounded like bells.<br/>
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Stop. She didn't want to see. Didn't want to hear.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4040bf"><i>"I love you Lucy. Will you stay with me forever?"</i></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">She had gone through five bottles already, unknowingly. She could see and hear this poor beautiful girl perfectly, as though she existed in the flesh before her. Lucy. How sweet the name had sounded on her lips.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>"Forever and ever,"</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">she whispered to no one. The girl wasn't here, Lucrecia knew it only too well. That beautiful girl was buried beneath two years of time. There was no coming back for that girl. None at all.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>"Melisande...." </b></span> <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">She drank herself into oblivion. Only when she had reached the last bottle, did she find the note. One thousand gold a month for her to protect them on this foolhardy expedition. What did she care? They were all going to end up dead anyways. Maybe in death she could be with Melisande in peace. What what right did she have to peace? None at all. She deserved misery until her dying breath.<br/>
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It was with that thought that she decided to go along with these people, if only for the money, and for that dark skinned beauty. <br/>
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