Racheal walked the abundant streets of Liar. She walked to the vendors and they all waved back. She had been found by a rich man of the area and was taken in when she was very little. She still remembered her mother, but knew and wanted nothing to do with her real father. Racheal was studying something that her mother would have gawked at.
She was studying Alchemy.
"Racheal! You look happy today. Where are you off to?" one of the shopkeepers had called out to her, as they often did. Racheal steered toward the shop, but as she did, a small scuffle broke out around her. She tried to get out of the fighter's way, but to no avail. She dodged fists and feet. As she dodged, she pulled out her gloves. On the palms were two circles. She clapped her hands together and brought them down onto the ground with a sharp "SLAP". Then, a purplpe spark lept from the ground, to her hands and around the two men. The fighting had stopped, mostly because they could not reach each other now. Rachel stood, wiping off her gloves and putting them in her pockets. She looked at the two men in their respective cages with scrutiny.
 Kurai_Yamino · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 04:45am · 1 Comments |
