One Way Ticket to the Past
Time...
Turning to complete her attire, she slid her feet into a pair of sturdy brown lace-up combat boots, the leather well-worn but strong—fit for traversing unknown lands.
With one final glance around the chamber, she took a steadying breath and, with the quiet grace of a shadow, slipped out the door.
As she treaded lightly through the corridor, Eliana took great care to eschew the watchful eyes of maids and servants, her every step measured, her breath hushed. She moved like a whisper upon the stone floor, slipping through the grand halls unseen.
Reaching the front gate, she pressed herself against the cold iron, waiting for the opportune moment. Then, with the swiftness of a fleeting shadow, she slipped past, stepping into the crisp morning air.
She paused, drawing in a deep breath as her gaze lifted to the endless expanse of blue above. The sky stretched vast and unbroken, its serenity a stark contrast to the thrill coursing through her veins. With a determined exhale, she set forth, her boots skimming the earth as she descended the rolling hill upon which the castle stood.
The town lay sprawled before her, alive with the hum of daily life. The mingling chatter of villagers wove through the streets, blending with the clatter of hooves upon cobblestone and the creak of wooden chariots. The scent of fresh bread and spiced meats wafted through the air, carried by the gentle breeze.
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Eliana weaved her way through the bustling crowd, her keen eyes absorbing every detail. As she neared the marketplace, a large wooden notice board caught her attention. She came to a halt before it, her fingers idly brushing the aged parchment pinned to its surface.
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