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The Birth Of Fleur The Vengeful
A short story set in the fantasy world of Terra’Yesh.
The carriage made her way to the makeshift hospital, but Flora’s mind focused on the pain. Is this how labor felt? It seemed more painful than what the old mothers had described to her in the previous days, preparing flora for giving her first birth.
She forced herself to look out the window of the carriage while absently playing with her necklace, her only memory of someone who was supposed to be her mother, but she never met. The necklace always felt warm on the side that was touching her skin. The morning light bathed the old market. People were laughing, calling for sales, carrying goods, and praying to the enormous fire in the market square.
Fire. Bah, she thought. If Red Cornelius cared about her, she would not live the life that she did. Reflecting on her past, Flora was instantly taken back to that moment almost a year ago that changed her life.
She had served patrons in The Wretched Pig bar, and one of them wouldn’t leave.
“Sir, we’re closing. You’re the last one.” She told him. He was heavily intoxicated.
“There is one thing I need before I go.” He looked at her with lust. Boar, the guardian of the bar, came to stand behind the patron and.
