Fate's Mask Chapter 10Chapter 10
Elisia was feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
The women of the rebel camp had apparently been making her current garments in secret, because she was positive she had never seen the thing they forced her into before. It was a dress with an incredibly low drop back, fulling exposing her underdeveloped wings, made from the purest white fabric within their resources, and drenched from the bottom upwards in their trademark neon green paint. What little sleeves it did have were similarly soaked from the bottom up, giving the impression that Elisia had been dropped in a vat of the stuff fully clothed.
She turned to Asimir with a pleading look in her eyes, and before she could begin to raise her voice in complaint, he cut her off.
"Nope. I don't want to hear it. You agreed to help us," he said calmly, maddeningly so. He neglected to mention that she was strong-armed into agreeing to help them, but continued to lead her through the small dark alleyways of the cities with practiced eas
Fate's Mask Chapter 9Chapter 9
From that point on, the rebel camp was full of a somber air, with even the children picking up on the mood and perpetuating it. Guard changes were silent, play time was subdued, and meals were cordially quiet. The mood wasn't even the biggest change, though. Elisia was no longer being treated like a monster. Sian rarely strayed too far from her, but he was so preoccupied with preparations that the constant death grip she was previously subjected to was now gone.
The children still tiptoed around her, and the adults were still wary, but they couldn't be blamed for that. Half-breeds were literally unheard of. They simply didn't happen. The war was so polarizing that neither society knew much about the other, and they never interacted off of the battlefield. There was no record of halfs either, not even in the city's extensive, labyrinthine, underground library, and so Elisia went from monster status to valuable oddity status.
The day of the operation approached more