Bad Drink

Another day in the sewer, Aldonca was already five drinks in, and of course had no intention in stopping, this sixth drink didn't feel right. Her head felt heavy, she was no lightweight, this shouldn't be bothering her.

Aldonca stood up in a haze, so sleepy, and the world seemed to be tilted to the right. She stepped, she had to get out. She pushed past anyone and everyone in her way. "No, no. I... this is not right."

She knew somebody was following her, she just knew it. She went to step forward around a corner, but a sharp pain to her back made her fall. A demented chuckle was above her. "This'll sell nicely..." She tried to turn, but she felt something go over her head, her sight was gone, and then a pain to her head, and then another. Then there was nothing but darkness.

Her eyes opened time later, only seeing a sack, but she heard voices, she heard the ruffling of chains. A voice spoke out above all others. "This will be my last auction, folks! Can I get 100 regals as a starting bet?!"

This was the start of a terrible world. To think it started with but a drink.