The boys cold, sticky red hands pulled on the rusty leaver. the audience was cheering, birds were flying away and Achane could make out the small sound of swinging. a sound he has grown used to but still found distasteful. "where have you been!" it was lana and lucas. Achane took his black cloak off and ran a hand through his messy chestnut hair, his lapiz orbs looked at the twins. lucus was taller then lana by 2 inches, him and his sister have messy blonde hair, his reaching his shoulders and his sisters reaching her lower back. an odd pair they were, there skin was paler then cotton. "why do you always wear this rubbish on execution days" lucas asked now examining the stitches holding the material together "because i morn for them" achane snatched the cloak out of lucas grip only to receive an unsatisfied look "why they are scoundrels" lana pushed her brother aside "besides you don't even know them, much less attend the event to see them to there death" he shook his head with pity "many have been wrongly accused" soon enough it was night fall, everyone went home and achane was cleaning the blade of the guillotine. the sound of rustling leaves filled the silence and the moonlight reflected off the near by pond. finally he reached the all to familiar well, it was an abandoned well forgotten in the middle of the woods. "it's tough isn't it" achane stopped when he heard the soft voice, for a second he thought of it to be nothing more then a whisper of imagination. "it's a beautiful night but only those deemed worthy by one can bask in the moonlight" he studied the maiden leaning against the well, her tender hands caressing the mossy stone. he didn't dare speak but instead pulled his hood farther to cover more of his face. "I know who you are achane" he tensed up as she walked over to him, the mysterious women put her hand on his cheek and slid his hood off "i'm zora" she let her hand drop from his face "keep your head on okay?" with that she walked off the fog making it hard to see what direction she went. achane dumped the heads from with in the basket into the well, he couldn't stop replaying those words in his head ' only those deemed worthy by one can bask in the moonlight'
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