Creative Writing: The Ravenflame

There were no goodbyes made between them as they both strode away in opposite directions, a meeting that by anyone observing, had never taken place.

Keeping her head low and drawn away from the pirates at the entrance, Orlana maintained a docile disposition as she skidded along the tavern’s creaking floorboards.

Head low and covered, she parted through the pirates, daring them to discover her identity amongst their company. A little madness never hurt anyone, right? At least that was one thing she and Captain Blackblaze would agree on. The Ravenflame’s crew was rushing through the tavern, demanding if the White Queen was there, and Captain Blackblaze’s grip on his sword was raw with furious anticipation.

She bumped into him intentionally,

Only the clay homes and stores were available to her feet, unless she was quick enough to jump from edge to edge without falling through and completely destroying an innocent home in the process.

Grinning wickedly, she jumped and soared along rooftop edges for a good five blocks before landing in a soft crouch some thirty feet above Deserwrath’s Market Street, observing the lower domain with an air of a assassin watching her newest target live in visible ignorance. Here, she had the sight of a hawk.

None of those idiotic pirates noticed her presence yet, but almost eye level with her was none other than Cedric, holed up in a lavish cafe across the bustling street, toasting her good efforts with a dastardly smirk as if to say, “Having fun, I see.” He 'd probably calculated her escape patterns from previous chases and chose an accurate location merely to show off and watch the proceedings from the sidelines. Ever the silent observer, he

Tearing her soaked headscarf from her head, she threw it to the ground, effectively exposing her bright and foreign locks. The old smith wouldn’t care. He wasn’t one to complain. He knew her well enough to know she used this place as a safehaven to dissuade any attackers at her back. Malcrove made sure the place was under strict secrecy and only his appointed guards and assassins were knowledgeable of the true miracles Master Sol forged. If anything, the ancient master probably enjoyed her company considering he had no apprentices or subordinates to contribute to his art.

But once inside, Orlana was on edge. The forges were far too quiet and too dim for so early in the evening. Master Sol didn’t leave often, let alone to celebrate the common festivities that often raged the streets outside. Which left one option left.

Lightning, unpredictable and malicious crackled in her blood.

Hissing into the silence, she flicked out her blades, “Cedric, you didn’t.” Oh, but the conniving Strategist would. He would, and obviously, he had.

“Not Cedric, I’m afraid, my White Queen.” The husky, arrogant words were spoken from the shadows and into the light, revealing Captain Blackblaze and a good portion of his wretched crew. His smile was cruel and brimming with mirth as they encircled her in the forges, but took no steps forward. “Although I curious to know