One Day: A Fictional Narrative

Katherine listened intently to Ashlynn talking about her life as a Paladin, and it confirmed many suspicions she had about the holy knights. They were strict and lonely. The first, made Katherine’s life appear easy. Sure, Father Royald was strict, but if they had no activities to do they were allowed free time to do whatever they pleased. The problem was they never had free time. The second item, loneliness, was something that resonated with Kat. Something Kat mulled over as the Knight talked to the barmaid.

As Ashlynn stood from the table and gestured for the necromancer to follow, she did. Katherine stood and followed slowly to allow her eyes to view the room one last time. Blue orbs looked at the warm fireplace in the corner keeping the room warm. When they made contact with the narrow, dull eyes of another patron Kat diverted her gaze and quickened her pace up the stairs.

The staircase creaked under their feet as they
“I could be wrong, you never said anything to make me think that. Your actions speak loud and clear.” Especially when the Paladin spared her life. They could hide behind their oaths and say they do not backstab, but Kat had a feeling nine out of ten times she would have been dead.

“Maybe it is just the ale talking, though. I understand how monsters think- not humans.” Katherine finished as they stopped at the room. The room itself was nothing remarkable of a tavern on that side of town. The room was small with wooden flooring and a small bed. Katherine already knew she was going to roll right off the bed in her sleep.

Katherine turned to face Ashlynn. “Thank you so much for your generosity. I do have one last favour to ask. Do you have a map? I know I cannot stay in this city for long before people chime in that I was a part of the church that had the cult. I need to figure out where I can migrate to.” She spoke in a whisper as her eyes glanced around the room