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Lefebvre Household: April 19, 1455 11:58 pm

Celeste sighed as she rose from the chair that she had placed before the hearth, the crisp smell of wood smoke and the sharp crackling of well seasoned wood filled the small front room of the Lefebvre household with the striking feeling of a home well lived in. She began to pace in the small circle of flickering light, agitation clear in her disposition. She knew the time was near, stooping before the fire she banked back the flames heavily as though she were just going to sleep.

Two short wraps at the front door signaled that it was time to move, the signal was meant to signify that all was clear and that there were no soldiers in the vicinity of the house, but Celeste had misgivings, although she could harbor little ill will and mistrust towards the boy, Daniel, she worried over the influence that older members of the God fearing community of Bordeaux would have on him.

Removing her unlit lantern from the kitchen counter she moved swiftly to the back door, glancing out into the darkness through the small window next to the door she swiftly shouldered the three small leather satchels that sat beneath the window and pushed the door open, the faint tapping of her shoes masked by the light swishing of her skirts as they trailed behind erasing any and all footprints she might leave behind the wind made rushing noises as it filtered through the leaves of the forest.

As she neared the town she moved out of the woods and onto the road, swiftly lighting her lantern as she did she pulled two small vials of dust from one of the bags and held them tightly in her hand, it all hinged on this, she had to be successful in breaking them out of the jail.

Bordeaux Town Jail: April 19, 1455 12:10 am

As she neared the jail she felt her heart begin to race. Placing the bags in an ally just beyond the jail she moved in closer to the guards, the lamps that hung beside the doors burned dim, nearing the end of their wicks, she stumbled feigning dizziness.
"Miss! Are you all right?" called one of the more alert guards " I-I can't breathe.." she said in a high wispy voice managing to right herself and then swooning again, all the time moving closer to the entrance of the jail.
The guard rose from his seat, as he stepped forward to offer assistance she collapsed her hand still clasped tightly around the vials the lantern in her other going out in the wind.
"Oh lord! I think she's feinted!" said the guard, who could hardly have been more than 20 years old, in a high panicky voice. "And she's pregnant!" his voice rose another octave.
"C-captain, Captain! We should bring her in out of the cold." he said waking the other man from his sleep,
"wha-- Yes, Yes bring her in and sit her down at once!".
A thin smile flickered over Celeste's lips for a split second , her plan was working!
Once inside, she exaggerated slightly taking a shaky shallow breath her eyes flickering open for a split second.
"I think she's waking!" cried the young guard, she heard one of the other guards move in closer. At that instant, with a sharp cough she jerked her head back and away throwing the small vials at the stone floor. She heard them break, followed by a loud explosion and flash, the guards yelled but fell to the ground stunned and blinded by the brilliant flash. It had worked, she wasn't sure if it would but it worked!
Grabbing the keys from the hook in the office she ran towards the cells. Swiftly she unlocked the jail cell holding her loved ones. Throwing her arms around Duke she held him tight for a few moments, then stepping back she said,
"hurry we must flee quickly!"