Snippet #2454179

"Who is a man, such as of sterotypical greed, to bark worthless commands at a child whom is not of his own kin?" Eras remarked bluntly, slamming her hand against the concrete wall. Her hand did not even feel the impact as she did so. "The shackles you wear shall be there because of her, there is no use telling me what I shall and shan't do, soldier," she added, smirking. "Or I could help you by burning them, if you are ever so quick to let me out?"

Eras hoped the man wouldn't tell her off, it reminded her almost too much of her rough father, whom despite the occasional beating she yearned to see. Tears escaped from her dark, curious brown eyes, tricking down her face. "Dad..."