Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20171207030026/@comment-27147599-20171207042447

Sure, casually starts in the past~

Kisara was in a cage on a wagon, she was curled up in a ball and sniffled quietly. She was still a young child, but had already lost her family and home, now the bandits had kidnapped her, and planned to sell her off to the highest bidder. Her tears spilled down her cheeks, before she squeaked in surprise.

A bandit growled, he had walked over and rattled the cage. "Stop crying, brat!"