Sinestrea

Blood. It dries slowly in the night wind. Sinestrea pulled at her thin nightgown, trying to hold in every bit of warmth. Below the nightgown was a pair of pretty bare feet rustling through twigs, leaves, and mud. Right now, all she wanted to do was get as far as possible from that place she once called home. A sudden attack in the night massacred the manor on the outskirts of Kazell. Except for Sinestrea, curled up in a doghouse, everyone else was butchered by the men in black. She had already forgotten how she had evaded discovery, or how she had escaped the manor. She only knew her bac...