Creative Writing: Empire Island

“Midnight died in the city of electric lights that eluded his getaway. He scurried through the thicket of the alleyway. Jumped over the crates. Under the fences. And suddenly, the blinding yellow lights caught his white and red face. From my distance it seemed that he fell, but no. The men hit him. Brutally. Not longer after, the only male kitsune that was said to ever exists in the world was taken away.” “Madame Tutille! Venez ici!” shouted the slender sailor as he gestured her to come forth. Reluctantly, she came to his presence at the front deck. Listening to his thick french was difficult for her, but she did her best to understand before she missed her stop in the wide eucalyptus sea. “Madame Tutille, Le Ringmaster called you once again. You have work,“ the man stated firmly. He sat in his chair that leaned against the window of the captain’s cheap ship.
“As I have told you before, call me Aidth. And, oh, nevermind, “ she sighed in frustration as she stared out into the sea. The rippling water gathered memories of a far past. A hiraeth that caused more pain the more she focused on it. Melancholiness had surrounded her for weeks as she traveled by sea. She missed him so. All of them.
“We have arrived!” Another man

Old leather and patches held everything she had in three luggages. Grabbing her faux coat as she got off the ship, she noticed it was missing. The burning realization startled her. Scavangering her pockets as quickly as she could, she felt nothing. Left pocket, nothing. Right, the same. She felt her dress. Nothing at all. Running back to the ship, she yelled at the top of her weak lungs, “Wait! Please!” but it was a fiasco. The ship went on its merry way. Heartbroken, she touched her collarbone and felt the missing piece of her. It was a missing limb to her. But now she felt that there was nothing she could do about it as she walked alone in the dim