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I know it’s late buuuuuuut I have a story. This is inspired by “Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT!!!! Anyway goodnight<3

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The Sedated Saints

People have been crafting and drinking alcohol for the past 12,000 years. And I can tell you, I can’t remember the last time he went a day without a drink. Every time he and I returned from a job or a mission, we would go back to the warehouse and pour each other a cold glass of whiskey.

“It still amazes me that you drink this,” he would say to me.

“What do you mean?”

“Whiskey, clearly a man’s drink. Grows a bit of hair on your chest,” then he would kiss the neck of the bottle.

“We’ve had this conversation before, Ardal, I’m not like the rest of the women in this gang,”

“No, no you’re not,” he’d smirk.

We would cheer our glasses and continue to talk about future missions that I would be in charge of.

In all honesty, I don’t know if I would be alive today if it weren’t for the Sedated Saints, the most feared gang in Waterside Colt. I remember the day that Ardal found me like it was yesterday. I had just run away from a gang that had attacked my home tribe, I had gone from a happy-go-lucky girl with her family to an orphan struggling to survive. The Stonemanes came out of nowhere. To this day it’s still unknown as to why they attacked, my tribe isn’t filled with savages, we’re humble people. They killed everyone in their wake, man, woman, child, everyone. I remember hearing my mama and papa screaming at me to run, to get away as far as I could. Before I knew it I heard the agonizing screams of my parents. I ran all the way to Waterside Colt, about 350 miles from where my tribe was located. I didn’t turn back and I never stopped.

When I finally reached the city I realized what a mistake I made. I had no food, no water, no money, no shelter, the only thing I had in my possession was the clothes on my back. I would sit on the side of the streets begging people for change. But in a city like Waterside Colt, there’s no such thing as kindness. The people here only care about themselves.

I had been begging on the streets for almost a year when I saw a brawl down the street from where I was sitting. This boy was fighting for his life, the city guards were really doing him in. I had never met this boy in my life, he was a complete stranger to me, but that didn’t stop me from getting up and running to save him. Back in my tribe, I was famously known for my stealthiness, I would sneak up on everyone just for the fun of it, later on, my father put me in a defense training class because I was that sneaky. As soon as I was stood behind the guard, everything was blurred, I can’t remember a single moment of it. All I remember is waking up in an isolated, dimly lit room. I had no idea where I was and my head was pounding, I felt extremely dehydrated and nausea. Suddenly, Ardal walked in the room, he was like no one I’d ever seen before. All black suit, pale skin, dark eyes, black hair, scars on his hand and face, he walked with a slight limp, probably from a fight.

“What’s your name?” he mumbled.

“Rena, Rena Saxe.”

“Well, Rena, you did quite the number on those guards. Where are you from?”

“I come from a small tribe on the outskirts of Label. We’re the Dronish.”

“You’re certainly a long way from home.”

From that point, he offered me a deal. Food, shelter, water, clothes, money. But only if I became the official assassin for the Sedated Saints. I never looked back after that.