indignation

As Annsuel tended to the wounds on her arm, the memory of the long, tiring day filled her head.  It started with a new friend, someone new she could trust.  Although he didn't tell her is true name, and continued with the alias of Ghost, Ann decided she could trust him.  She told him of her involvement of Indignation  and why.  He actually seemed to understand the why.  Though Annsuel showed him the roofs, a nice spot to sit and talk without eavesdroppers.  

Annsuel looked out across the city of Bree.  She had been searching for her friend for a little while, and then she had found Zurich had been captured by bounty hunters and turned over to Lord Gerwolf.  Levarris told her that, and when she begged to go see Zurich, he took Annsuel to her.  Poor Zurich had been cowering in the corner of the bleak room, holding a chunk of shattered wood in her hands, drifting off into sleep.

Things began to become bleak, and it seemed that the world around them had forgotten them.  The Indignation members found their alliance with the House of Estellin was becoming useless, so on Harlyn's command, the three girls, Harlyn, Zurich, and Annsuel, awaited for Firam to lead her to them in a house filled of cats.  Then, they took the Lady to a place in Staddle, holding her in the basement of a house.

Despite the threats, the deaths, the possible torture, when a person sees a goal, they strive to reach it.  When a person knows what needs to be done, they accomplish it.  Those who see the rights and the wrongs, those who work to fix the world the way the world should be.  To rid of the men who remove the possibilities for those beneath them.  To rise up and face death so that those around them can see the warmth and comfort that they had not seen before.

            Annsuel left her home and her name of Elodiel behind in Gondor when she came to Bree.  Her experiences from her father turned her opinion towards nobles to hatred.  His lessons in her past mainly related to being above a commoner, which Annsuel decided she was not.  So upon entering Bree, she became Annsuel with no last name, no money, no home, nothing but the grey dress she wore, her grey hood, and her golden daggers stolen from her father’s esta