The Kingdom of Wind

Aidan Resa Storm had seen many trash holes, but nothing came close to the Kingdom of Wind. It was a kingdom that once was powerful, beautiful, and full of life only to be destroyed by a single person. It was never a rich island, and it certainly was never one that any true power. It was simply a harbor to transport goods, information, and entertainment. Matter of fact, it was the king of entertainment. This was where many learned to dance, sing, and model. If one wanted to break into such things, they fled here in herds. To think it was destroyed so easily, and so quietly that by the time it was noticed it was to late. The officials had all but been replaced, spies had taken root, corruption had eaten away at the place, and finally it crumbled. It had taken only a year for the kingdom to once again function, but many of the cities had remained rotten to the core. Tornado was one of them.

Working girls lined the streets, drugs were being popped like candy, and it was easy to note the flood of smoke from each by passer. Bars lined the corrupted dirty streets and were loud even now. It was a terrible and horrible place, but even so once a line of the city was crossed it suddenly was pure luxury. Of course, to pass it one had to present a simple card which she did not have. Had she known this was needed, she would not have walked into the poverty struck streets. She did, however. Aidan was standing in the middle of a sidewalk staring down the people that had prevented her from going back to her hotel within Faction I. Then again, she had been warned that she should stay where she was.

Signing and without any choice she turned away from the two guards. Aidan's eyes glanced upwards at the sight of the buildings as she walked passed. Her eyes traveling here and there as she shoved her hands into her pockets. Her body slowly pulling into itself. Black hair fell and thankfully covered her strange eyes. Often she was told her eyes were strange, and that the Gods could not decide on their color. Thus, they gave her the two they believed fit her best; sea green and gold. It was not a comfortable feeling when people turned to stare her way or when others asked about them. In fact, she had wished with everything she had that she was able to cover them up, remove them. Hell, not have eyes at all. She knew, though, this was simply her being dramatic. Aidan's luck had long run out it would seem, but little did she know just how much it had run out.

---

"Will you just leave me alone?" The sound of a female snapped as she brushed away the hand from her shoulder. Without any thought she had just walked in, plopped down, and ordered a drink out of annoyance. She had done nothing to look at the area or the fact she had walked into a strip club. Not just any club, but that of Slender. She simply knew she wanted a drink, and she needed something to burn down her throat to calm her. Little did it dawn on her that her attire may be a good idea in a place like this. She wore just a simple deep red tank top that gripped her in all the right places and certainly showed she was no child. It hung low along her breasts, displayed her stomach, and the sway of her hips. Her jeans did just the same only to be cut off at the bottom by plain white tennis shoes. The only thing modest was the simple cotton jacket that she had on, but it was silly to believe it would protect her.

Matter of fact, it only seemed to encourage the attention. Aidan moved to grip the glass tightly as the male chuckled and moved to sit at her side. Two eyes looked forward though and stared at the crystal glass in her hand. She had just sat down with her phone when this creep had decided to try it on her. If she had known this was a place like this, she would have picked elsewhere. Well, it was not like she could though even if she wished too. It was stupid to think otherwise. Clenching her jaws in realization, she finally glanced up to listen to his stupid little speech. "-doing in a place like this beautiful? You should come dance with me."

Aidan narrowed her eyes at the idea and brushed her tongue along her bottom teeth to prevent the venom of her response from escaping. Slowly, but surely she was able to reply. "I am not interested. Go away." In hopes that would shoo the man away, she returned to her phone where she attempted to gain service. Maybe... No, her parents would not help her in such a situation. It was not as if they were not to blame for her being here. They were the reason she left that house. Well, part of it. The second half was her brother, but even he was not to completely blame. After all, she had wanted to leave that house... she was tired of it.

"Oh come on sweetheart." Once more the stranger reached out and grabbed her. This time she stood up and yanked her hand free.

"I said no!" Aidan yelled and stepped out of reach as she wrapped her arms around herself. Her hands were trembling at this point as the man clenched his jaw. He stepped forward, but as soon as he did he grunted.

"Hell with this." With displeasure and annoyance he turned away to leave. Aidan's whole body seemed to relax as she turned to place herself back upon her stool. She hated the harshness she had, and yet she knew that it was much needed. Thus, she moved to pick up her cup again. Aidan was used to being singled out and picked on. She was even more used being hit on by creeps, but it normally did not bother her. She enjoyed the attention, the flirting, and even a bit of dancing. It simply was not her thing though. There was never any deep connection or wish to remain being... more. More than just a little fun. She had tried again and again, yet she was never satisfied. In her mind, people only saw her as a tool to get close to her parents or to have a good time with. She was simply not the obedient or even the submissive type. She took charge, and did not dare look back.

A chuckle suddenly broke her from her thoughts and with annoyance the women whipped away. "I said go away!" Crisp red wine flew from the women's cup and splattered onto the man before her. However, it was not the man who just spoke to her. This man stood tall with long silver hair that laid loosely on his shoulders. It came down just passed his shoulder blades. His black leather jacket had been pulled off and thrown over his shoulder where it laid idly. A black string laid on the male's chest that dangled down further to display a stone. It was a silver snake with a flickering tongue. Further down the man wore black pants that looked to be slacks, yet seemed almost to messy mainly next to the black leather boots that had three straps across them. The silver metal of the buckle worn down from the use. Yet, it was none of those that held Aidan's attention.

Her eyes were glued to the sight of the ugly red that now was splattered on his white shirt, and the frigid clear blue eyes that glared down upon the small women.