𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢᵗᶦᶜ ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

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YEAR 1926, CUBA

MELODIES OF THE CHIRPING
birds ricochets on the virescent
forest dripping with mild moist.
Sun's blazing. Thick, pure white
cotton of clouds drifts aimlessly
across the heavens towering the
oaks. The breeze was warm and
cold just right that it could calm
one's body and mind.

But the lady zooming pass the
trees didn't feel that at all. She
would love to feel the comfort
air, cherish the Almighty's gift
on the land passionately if not
for the four nine foot tall dogs
reined by four guffawing mad
pirates, swinging machetes, a
band of pirates follows behind.

Laughters and screams of mock
was thrown to the running lady
ten feet ahead off the pounding
dogs, with pincher claws as legs
and tails of a scorpion.

The running lady cursed under
her breath, through her gritted
teeth as she gains up her speed,
heading to the trunk positioned
upwards on buttress roots.

Stepping onto it, going up the
edges—the lady jumps, hands
seized onto a tree branch and
propel her foot upwards with
brute and swings, snapping it.

Landing back her feet, pulling
a lengthy string off her pocket
and entangles it on the branch
she grins as she run.

Raising the branch above her
head, the tiny bell with silver
wings at the end of the string
made its tinkling noises.

Eight stygian eyes widens at
the sight of the chiming bell,
legs piercing the woodland's
soil continually slows down.

Grinning widely in fascination,
"Catch!" She threw the branch

Tinkling, the bell buzzes as it
speeds away with the branch
like it was marshmallow. The
lovely dogs follows it, leaving
the fifteen pirates on her tail.

Skidding unto her boots, she
stands upright behind a tree,
hiding to take back some air.

Hand consciously rest on top
of the suitcase roped around
her shoulders tight for some
safety measures.

A thud, followed by scratches
and whinings sounded inside
the suitcase that shooks a bit,
catching the lady's attention.

"It's okay. It's okay." The lady
panted in assurance in a soft,
hush tone, looking to her left
and right back in forth.

Golden eyes of feline peeked
through the crack of the case
opened ajar and blinks in an
wondrous fashion, staring at
the lady who saved her from
the illegal dealings between
pirates and wealthy people.

The crackling twigs, crunching
dried leaves under the soles of
one's cavelier boots—The lady
heaved out a mischievous grin,
"We're gon'a waltz out of here."

A machete swings to her way,
going for her neck. She ducks,
the machete strucks the trunk
and she run but was swooped
to a headlock, "Yeah—! Better
luck!" She gasped and stomps
her heel onto the pirate's foot.

The pirate screamed, losing his
grip on her and she pushes his
elbow over her head, on to her
shoulder and grabbed it before
setting her other arm between
his legs—lifting him slightly off
the ground and slam him down.

She rolled to the side, sweeping
the machete off the ground and
block a another strike and push
the blade abrading against hers
back and boots his ankle before
bounding to her feet, seeing the
charging and screaming pirate.

Sighing exasperatedly, the lady
stormed towards the screaming
pirate, letting out a battle cry as
he did, earning a confused look
from him—Not until she raised
the machete.

The pirate skids off his tracks
and crouches down, covering
his head in fear and she steps
on to his shoulder and jumps,
stabbing the tree and hold on
to the handle of the machete,

She wraps her legs around the
shoulders of the one following
the pirate shielding himself on
the ground —using her weight
to pull him to the ground and
herself back to her feet— She
left the machete sticking there.

The remaining pirates stares
at her and the lady raises her
chin in challenge, confidence.

A pirate grinned, his two front
gold teeths came on show and
throws his machete on the soil,
stepping back one foot, raising
his hand in jocose fashion and
boughs, "Fair dance, aye?"

The fellas snickered, throwing
their machetes on the ground.

A silver lizard crawled off the
crack of the suitcase and left.

Eyebrows quirked, lips tug to
an sly grin as she brought her
balled fists forward, cracking
it, "Aye." She tipped her head

The pirates lunges at her after
another and swings their fists,
she ducked down under one's
arm and blooter a man on the
stomach as another yanks her
by the hair.

The lady yelped, grabbing the
man's wrist and dig her nails
onto his skin. Another comes
flipping a machete he snatch
off the ground in to a cudgel
and swing it at her.

The pirate seizing her by the
hair withdraw his hand and
she ducks down just in time
the cudgel hits her and kicks
the cheater on the stomach.

Gritting her teeth, she blocked
another swing, landing one of
her own square on the pirate's
as the land shook beneath her
boots, grown trees spurting out.

Without a thought, she grabbed
one pirate and smashes his face
off a trunk, knocking him out as
she elude the growing oaks and branches.

Turning to the corner, a silver
knuckled fist flew followed by
a carved knife. She caught the
hand holding the knife but not
the punch which lands on her
cheek.

She stumbled back, her spine
hits the trunk as a tree grows
at her previous step. The tree
on her right dissipates as one
landed a blow to her stomach.

Her breath was knocked off
her lungs as a another strike
approach, hitting her kidney,
causing her to curl, choking.

"Yeah, of course." She barked
a laugh, balling her fists onto
her knees and swings her fist,
colliding it to the pirate's jaw
and to his left side thrice and
kick him on the abdomen.

One was to drive the machete
through her from the behind
at the moment the tree trunk
dissipates, but she caught his
arm, knocking it off his grasp
and jabbed him on the throat
before she smash her head to
his nose.

She wrenched his arm behind
his back and plant her foot on
to his shouder blade and force
him down with a tweak of his
arm— It crunched— He cried.

The growing oaks dissipated
and before the lady knew it,
one's palm flew, striking her
cheek, sending her down the
ground, her face plants first.

"Nice twirls ight' there!" The
jocose pirate chuckled down
the lady, slipping his verdant
vined wand by his chape.

A growl reverberated on her
drying throat, glaring at the
foot of the pirate with a pout.

The lady knew all too well to
herself that she's really not a
good fighter. She can handle
the pain that goes through it.
But the fact that she can only
punch and escape was. . .sad.

Grunting, the lady pressed her
palm on the soil and goes back
her feet when pebbles quivers,
bouncing slightly to vibrations.

She paused. The pirate lift up
his foot positioned above her
head, ready to knock her out.

"Shit." She cursed under her
breath, rolling to the side just
in time and broke to a sprint,
leaving the man confused not
until the barking dogs jumps
back on their view, still after
the winged bell.

The maiden squeezed her lips
shut tight, the cut at its corner
was left unnoticed as she yells
inside, darting across the oaks
after the winged bell with four
dogs seven meters behind her.

A large shadow loomed.

A dead end greeted her view.
Alarms blare inside her mind.
Coldness washes her features.
Wildly running limbs inching
towards the cliff with obvious
sheer drop shivers. Her heart
races inside her chest.

She let it free, running faster
towards the deadly edge and
leapt, hand outstretched and
catches the bell and prepares
for the long drop to the sea.

A massive, rock-rough ashen
claw brace the lady's midriff
securely. Surprised, she gasp,
seeing that she wasn't falling
and was going up.

Gaze flew in an instant above,
the sight of massive, protuded
ghastly horns that was arched
down, curving up to the point
near the front, the thrumming
crudely carved, blunted silver
scales akin to sword's blade of
war; tainted— greeted her.

Lips cracked to a broad smile,
continuous breath of joy and
relief escaped her throat, the
refreshing air hits the lass on
the face "Orin!" She gasp and
laughs, wonderstruck as Orin
the dragon roared.
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NEW YORK

Seagulls swoop overhead. The
lady who just escaped a island
watches them flap their wings,
hands on the rails—wondrous
and dauntless in oak corduroy,
and suspenders, a cream poet's
shirt and paddock boots.

Gripping an battered brown
leather suitcase, lips curved
to a grin as the ship she was
boarding glides to the water,
passing the Statue of Liberty.

   Breathtaking, astonishing even.

Excitement almost had that
lady pacing right at that spot
and finally, the ship reaches
the land and now, she walks
down the gangplank.

Pushing through the bustling
crowd with her battered case,
she headed over the dreaded
customs department, the long
row of desks by the shipyard,
manned by American officials
to get her passport checked.

The lady waited in line, eyeing
the serious looking folks going
in and out the area at her wait
until she eventually goes up, to
one of the too, serious officials.

She hands over her passport
like a normal being, couldn't
care less what unless there's
trouble. Well, it's not like she
had anything to hide.

"Huh," The man examined her passport, occasionally looking
back up at the young lady and
examined every possible fault
he can find, "Robinna Wynona
Wonka?"

Grinning, "The one and only."
Robin mocked an curt bough

   "British, huh."

   "You can say that,"

Strict custom officials. Robin
was used to that. One before
even made her throw hands
in no time.

They seemed to always want
to examine———nitpick you,
they always expect the worst.

But the lady knows how and
has dealt with that. And how
she love playing with them.

   "Been here before?"

"No." She simply answered,
wanted to get this over with

"Anything edible in the case?"

Raising an eyebrow, breathing
in through her nose, she smile
casually with grace at the man
and shook her head "No."

The man just nodded, enough
of her and stamp the passport,
handing it back to the woman,
"Welcome to New York. Next!"

Robin nodded, lifting her case
off the official's desk and head
out the leaden bustling streets.

Pausing at the middle of the
swarm of human, twinkling
eyes roamed through things
and structures laid upon her,

❝new york,❞

𝐢. shelter; birdy|𝐢𝐢. forest
fire; brighton|𝐢𝐢𝐢. amsterdam; daughter|𝐢𝐯. darling boy;
john lenon

❝here I come!❞

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characters, settings except
this fiction series multiple
characters.

warning ━━ this contains
swearing, death, violence,
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