Life,
Death &
The In-Between
40th Vhalar, 719
The Dust Quarter of Rharne
The Dust Quarter of Rharne
The last three mornings, they'd come in to find that the buildings had been broken into, vandalised. There was dissatisfaction among those who were working there, Faith knew, believing it to be too dangerous. But she wouldn't give in to that, she knew that the people here in the Dust Quarter were hurt and wounded by betrayal after betrayal. She'd seen it a hundred times as a slave when most of them were simply meek and obedient, but there was an undertone of rebellion, of hitting back. Of not believing a good thing because, almost certainly, it wasn't.
So, each morning Faith had come in and just got on with cleaning up.
Alissa, her bodyguard, had come close to despairing, but at the end of the trial, Faith was a grown up and more than that, Alissa knew first hand what an impact the diminutive former slave's determination had. So, she'd argued as much as she could, but then had helped clean up. Faith looked down at the biqaj woman who lay unconscious on the floor of the Soup Kitchen and she struggled in the arms of the two men who held her and Faith let out a rare sound of frustration. "There's no point to this, let me go!" She didn't care as the man trashed the carefully prepared crockery, the bowls and plates which had been so carefully placed and stacked just crashing to the floor. That didn't concern her at all; they were just things and things were not of importance. But what made her struggle was her friend. "She could be hurt, let me go!" She could hurt them, there was no doubt, but they weren't trying to hurt her, just hold her. So, being who she was, she didn't.
Then, the man who was ransacking the place moved to in front of her. Faith looked at him, attended to every detail even as she struggled to get out of the grasp of his goons. "Where's the money?" He asked in a raspy voice and she shook her head. "There isn't money here."
It had been a long time since anyone had struck her, but as Faith felt her head snap to the side and tasted blood in her mouth she saw stars. The man who had just backhanded her, hard, across the face smiled and said. "One more time, then I really hurt you. Where's the money?"
Faith ran her tongue over her lower lip, tasting the blood and she lifted her head to look at him. As her silver eyes glowed a deep red, he took a step back.
But it was too late.