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So here we are. Varrock.
It’s huge, much bigger than I ever thought. Masses of people, all with their own agendas, pushing past each other and shouting. Ravana and I were almost lost in the crowd.
At last we broke away. It was nearly noon by the time we left the main crowd, and neither of us knew our way about the great city. Belatedly, we realized we should have bought a map, or hired a guide, or *something*, for by now we were hopelessly lost.
Nor would the locals show us the way. After one look at our gleamingly silver eyes and hair, they turned and quickly went in the opposite direction. Even with our hair tied back they refused to approach. I don’t understand people sometimes. It’s not like Ravana and I look like fantastic warriors. We don’t carry obvious weapons, we don’t show off our powers in public, and we really don’t look *that* different from other humans.
Plus, neither of us looks particularly intimidating, much as I hate to say it. Perhaps if we had looked a little more intimidating somebody would have stopped when we asked, but the people we called to had no trouble turning their backs to us.
It was growing into midday.
As our powers waned, our situation grew in danger. Shadowy figures were barely visible in the sun’s harsh glare, standing in doorways, watching us as we walked. It was a poorer part of town. The houses we passed had missing windows, some missing doors, a few boarded up entirely. Ugly words were splashed across almost every flat surface, most in a dirty shade of red-brown. It sickened Ravana, and myself as well, the total abandon of any thought for other humans.
Gradually, people began to follow us.
It was unobtrusive at first, the soft whisper of feet on dry ground, soon growing more blatant. Harder steps. More people.
“Think we should stop?” Ravana muttered.
“Wait a bit,” I said, refusing to glance back.
“You think they’re going to stop?”
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Anne Lauten
please keep it coming and don't quit