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It was near midnight in the chilly town of Blares, and Bella was feeling the temperature nip at her cheeks and bare hands. A fog would appear with every breath that she and her current familiar, Sorrel, would take. She took her dark gray and slightly worn out coat from her bag, then slipping it on and buttoning it up. She felt a little bit warmer, but it didn't do much to stop her shivering. "I knew I should have made this dress thicker," Bella muttered to herself as she lightly tugged at the skirt of her dress.
Bella continued to walk until she reached the edge of the woodlands, seeing the town that she needed to stay at. It looked inviting, but the reputation that Blares had gave it a very different light. The townspeople were known to hunt down people they suspected of practicing witchcraft, often times executing an innocent person. Bella feared staying here, but she needed to rest. She had been walking for two straight days after her makeshift carriage had broken down when the stallion collapsed and broke his leg, and she had no choice but to euthanize it.
She stood there for a while, watching as a three men walked out of a bar in a drunken stupor. They were laughing and joking until a woman popped out from a home, yelling at them to shut up. Bella smiled, amused by the scene.
Bella continued to walk until she reached the edge of the woodlands, seeing the town that she needed to stay at. It looked inviting, but the reputation that Blares had gave it a very different light. The townspeople were known to hunt down people they suspected of practicing witchcraft, often times executing an innocent person. Bella feared staying here, but she needed to rest. She had been walking for two straight days after her makeshift carriage had broken down when the stallion collapsed and broke his leg, and she had no choice but to euthanize it.
She stood there for a while, watching as a three men walked out of a bar in a drunken stupor. They were laughing and joking until a woman popped out from a home, yelling at them to shut up. Bella smiled, amused by the scene.
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