A few more hours, and she would have made it. They wouldn't have dared once the morning crowds arrive.
She knows she shouldn't have gone out - how many time has she heard other children whisper of girls who
never came back, disappearing without a trace in the night? She is eight years old, and she knows what will happen.
There is no way to escape - her back is against a wall, and they alley mouth is far away. There are three of them,
huge and bearded, and one is holding the largest knife she's ever seen.
"Com'ere, girl. We won't hurt ya, so long as ye keep quiet."
"The street aint no place for chil'ren, aye?"
They are going to tie her up, carry her off, and sell her. This is what big sis said happened if you weren't careful.
Her small hand behind her back still clutches a half-eaten apple, her only prize this night. Not worth it...
"Oy, jes grab'er already!"
"Shaddap! Them li'l ones bite, they do."
"Scared of a girl, are ye? I'll do it meself, then."
One is approaching... she trembles, ready to dart off to the side... but no, the other two are too close. She can't get away.
Then, a glimmer of hope - one of the men half-turns at a noise from behind-
"Hert? What's wrong? "
A fourth one, guarding the alley entrance, then. Even if she gets past these, there's no way...
...but no, wait, that's something else. A wet crunch, and behind the approaching man - now stopped and turned -
she can just make out a silhouette standing over a man on the ground.
The approaching person does not speak, but instead comes closer. One of her assailants raises his voice-
"O-oy! She killed Hert! Get'er!"
They move quickly - more knives join the one already drawn, and they spread out, approaching the hooded stranger
- then all at once, they--- fall!?
She can't look away from the scene - the stranger, and the three men sprawled on the alley floor, struggling to rise.
A booted heel comes down once, twice, three times, and the men struggle no longer.
The hood is drawn back, and a pale, black-haired woman with deep, sad eyes walks up to her, and goes down on a knee,
speaking in a voice softer and more... refined? than any of the women she has met. The hair, and the skin, too, reminds her
of the nobles you can spot from time to time within carriages, but even more so - if there really was such a thing as a queen,
she thinks, this is what she would look like.
"There, do not worry. You are safe now."
A smile, an outstretched hand, then continued.
"Nobody shall hurt you, now - we shall go somewhere safe."
The way she speaks is strange. But... no, no time to think about that. She must hurry!
The woman who still, after all these years, bears the name Gabella rises again, looking in confusion at the half-eaten apple in her hand.
"Wait... what?"
No answer. The little girl is already at the mouth of the alley, running as fast as she can across the corpses.
She mumbled something word, to be certain, but what could it have been? This has never happened before.
"Interesting."
The apple finds a resting place within a pocket, and Gabella moves quickly but quietly in pursuit - no need to scare her even more, after all.
Down the almost-empty street, around a corner, then into another alley - narrower, and with a suspicious smell hanging over it... ah, the building
on one side is a tannery, that explains it. The girl disappears into a hole in the wall at the far end of the alley, and the remains of a blanket falls
back down to cover it.
Gabella slowly walks up to the hole - no, the doorway, it appears, and knocks lightly on the wall next to it and waits a moment before pulling the
covering aside and peering inside.
A small room - no, more a hole than a room. The girl, trembling in a corner, and in her arms, a boy - probably no older than five, still half asleep.
Unexpected... Very unexpected. But, after all, why not? She brings a smile to her lips - it may be somewhat forced, but nobody could tell.
"Hello. My name is Gabella, what is your name?"
A whole range of emotions play across the girl's face, settling finally on stubborn defiance.
"Dun' hurt m' brother."
"It is good, that you take care of him. But do not worry, I am not going to hurt either of you."
They look at each other for a while, then - the smile does not falter. It is a friendly smile, and perhaps a motherly one.
Finally, the girl relents.
"Al'sis.", she says, clutching her - now awake and starting to struggle - brother closer. "I'm Al'sis."
"That is a fine name. Say, would you-" slight hesitation "-and your brother like to live in a big house?"
The girl does not know how to answer - most do not, after all. From here on, Gabella knows how it will play out...
But perhaps this time - she glances at the boy, now being calmed by his sister, as she supresses certain emotions that keep trying to bubble to the surface - it will be a bit more interesting?