Book 4: Chapter 4

Maia

Another man, standing beside me, also looks horrified by what the stall-holder is selling. It’s unexpected when this man purchases every large pelt the stall-holder has.

I instantly feel emotional, my eyes become teary, and my stomach churns. I think I’m going to be sick, so I plant my hand over my mouth and run away from the stalls and toward a row of cottages.

I lean against a stone wall to catch my breath and wait for my stomach to settle. Then, composed once more, I notice a group of children playing a game, laughing raucously and enjoying themselves immensely.

“Hello, Miss?” a young woman with a posh accent says. She has long dark-brown hair and brown eyes. She appears to be in her mid-twenties, and two young girls hold her hand.

“Hello,” I nervously reply, saying hello to another human for the first time in my life. It’s odd yet liberating. I shade my face with my velvet hood, so she does not see my violet eyes.

“Is everything ok