Scribblings

A woman with long, raven-black hair knelt at the edge of the pool.  Her hair covered her completely, reaching all the way to the ground and spilling around her in a midnight black pool.  She had the tips of her fingers barely touching the surface of the ware and she was murmuring softly to herself.  A breeze rippled the water for moment and teased her hair, revealing that she was completely naked beneath her hair.  Ever so slightly, a mist rose from the water and an intangible glow formed around the woman.  As the glow brightened, the her murmuring increased in tempo.  Slowly, the mist coalesced into a perfect sphere hovering before her.

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Whistles blew and the filth-covered boy looked around, panicked.  He looked at the unconscious merchant, face-down at his feet and the purse in his hand before dashing down the alley.  Quickly leaping up on some crates piled in the alley, the alley-rat scaled the short wall.  Guards shouted from several streets over as the alley-rat leapt from the wall to a window sill and the up to the roof on the other side of the alley.  Scampering across the roofs, he leapt from roof to roof, heading towards the slums at the edge of the city.

By the time the guards reached the alley where the assault had taken place, the alley-rat was gone and the merchant had drowned in the puddle of filth he lay in.

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