Abbye Willis

The Heart Can't Deny the Truth

It’s times like these, I hate having such long-drawn-out missions, Violet thinks. Walking through a marsh, the humidity making her sweat, hair sticking to her face uncomfortably. Swatting mosquitoes every ten minutes and keeping her guard up, never knowing if potential enemies are nearby. Violet trudges through the marsh until she reaches a clearing where a man and two guards stand with valuables and treasure. The man is in good condition wearing golden robes that are clean and not a speck of dirt on them, somewhat smug and a twinkle in his eye. While the guards are wearing dark flexible robes that don’t have any dirt on them. Their expressions neutral and no emotions showing on their face.