Celestia walked behind Maya, who dragged the butcher to the ground, as she held his cloak leaving a shallow trail on the dusty road. The butcher knew what was going to happen to him so he did not forget to beg the little ones of mercy. Maya had no reactions to this.
Soon, they arrived at Celestia's old home. The house was surrounded by the people of the town. Lily had called as many elders as she can. You imagine a little girl in battle armor, with a high ponytail and bright smile on her face. Can the old people be hard on her?
When they stood around the ruined house they did not know what was going on, until they heard a hoarse voice begging for mercy. They turned their eyes and found a little girl with silver hair was dragging a big lanky cloak on the ground. How can the people of this region not know what a black cloak meant?
