The sun was setting as she stepped through the gates of the old village. She dropped her hood as they slowly shut behind her. She was on edge, the trust that was once in her heart for this village had faded but it was home and she had to deal with it. A crack, someone was coming up from behind her, she quickly reached for the handle of her axe and swung it around stopping just in time to see a familiar face scared shitless. She gave a smirk.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure that God would forgive you if you lobbed my head off with that thing Miss Melanie." The poor guy looked scared to death as he fell to his knees.<br/><br/>"Oh Alonso, you know I could never do that to you, perhaps your legs or arms, but never ever could I get rid of your lovely head." She winked at him and helped him up. Gestured for him to lead the way. He did so and she followed the little monk. He was rather short and always afraid. He had a fear of almost everything. He lead her into his little hut and then through the secret passage to his own personal weaponry where she always had an open selection.<br/><br/>Mel picked up a cross bow and sighed then put it down and looked at her old friend. "Do you think that this new 'king' will need me? The last one didn't see a need, he didn't believe in demons. But I'm the best there is! How could he not want me?" Alonso just stared at her and shrugged. She laughed. "Come on old friend, lets go have a drink."<br/><br/>They went back up to the surface and then to the tiny pub that was the only building still in great shape oddly enough. She walked in and looked around, of course it was full, where else would everyone be around here. She walked up to the bar. "Two gins please."<br/><br/>The bartender turned around, "Melanie Tess. Been a long time since you were around here. Tell me, what brings you back to this dump? Ran out of 'demons' to slay?"<br/><br/>"Shut it Dad, you are just a drunkard anyway. Where's my gin?" He scowled at her and then passed over the gins. "Thank you." They took a seat next to a window and drank and chatted about anything new that might have changed since she had left somewhere around seven years ago.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://skittles1313.deviantart.com/art/Melanie-Tess-244105581</div></div></div>