01/11/2014, 07:06 AM #1382 Streets of Amsterdam - 200 years ago
"...can you keep up, Mistress?"
"I don't know if I can continue onward, Little Devil..."
Patchouli and Little Devil wandered the desolate streets of Amsterdam, with Patchouli wearing a now-dirty yellow dress designed for indoors, and Little Devil nothing but a huge roll of bloodstained bandages stacked on top of her wound. They could not eat anything off of the dinner table in fear that Sir Erickson would catch them, nor take any supplies for the possibility of other, less favorable guests to show up.
"Do not worry. You can ride on my back if your legs are tired." Little Devil smiled.
"But you are in worse shape than I am."
Patchouli was right. Sure, Patchouli had a piercing wound through her right shoulder, but Little Devil sustained an entire slash through her slender torso. Not only that, without clothing, the brutal cold of the Netherlands during winter and the rugged roads ate through her skins and pierced through her feet, bleeding it. Occasional stumbles and falls added nasty gashes and wounds as well.
"I will be alright." Little Devil assured Patchouli as she offered Patchouli a ride, who took the offer. Little Devil began to walk out of the city towards west, where the two can find refuge in France and then to Great Britain, where Queen Victoria waited for them.
"Hold the horse, Weston!"
"Whoa, boy, easy does it."
It was a rainy night, two days after Patchouli and Little Devil escaped abusive Elios. A group of traveller on a horse-ridden wagon spotted two unconscious girls: one of older age and red hair, and another of younger age and purple hair. Their attires were pitiful. The younger one was wearing a wet yellow summer dress, while the older one had nothing on, save for some soaked, bloidstained bandages hanging loosely from the older girl's body.
"Poor things... Are they dead?"
"No ma'am they're alive, I feel their heart beating."
"Take them to the wagon. Once we get to Rotterdam, I'll take a look at them."
"We were saved by a German doctor named Haufhben." Patchouli finished. "My injury took a week to heal, but Koakuma took a year to completely recover to her full health. We paid him 9 years later, with Queen Victoria herself thanking the doctor for his beneficiaries."
"From there, we travelled to Brussels, then to Reims, on horseback to Paris and from Paris we took a steamboat to Ashford, and then from Ashford we went to London. The journey took another year. I was 11 and I mapped through the hearts of Europe already."