The story of Little Bastion Continues.

Another week, another piece of concept art. It am going to do more of these little story blurbs to accompany my concepts. They add a little something to my work. This one works in tandem with my previous post. If you haven't read it, check it out! 

The Deputy

Despite the thin atmosphere, gentle wind blew sand across the rocks. It was this slight breeze that shaped the Valley of Giants over the course of eons. As the morning suns broke out over the horizon, the silence broke by a heavy pair of boots landing on a stable slab of rock. 

​Mira had been tracking the bandits all night. She had lost visual sight of them a few hours ago, but she had ways of finding the trail. She was, after all, a competent hunter. A talent that has since become sharper as the rage inside her boiled under the cool her exterior. They were going to pay. 

It had been a few cycles since Mira was made a deputy—an honor she didn't even know she wanted. Ora, the Sheriff, saw something in Mira that she couldn't even see in herself. The time to return the favor had arrived. 

When the bandits came to Little Bastion, Ora and Mira held them off, but injured Ora in the process. The pirates then ran off with whatever supplies and medicines they could. 

Now Mira was going to take it back. 

The deputy kneeled down, took a pinch of dirt from the ground, and rubbed it through her figures and thumb. Opening her scanner, she began a chemical analysis of the soil. Though it only took moments, she could feel the tension crawl up her neck. Indeed, a chemical residue consistent with motorized vehicles permeated the ground here. 

It was fresh. The bandits were here recently. Mira was close. 

The sound of pebbles falling off a rock wall behind her took Mira out of her train of thought. Something had moved in this little rocky locale. The deputy was not alone. 

Mira slowly pulled her twelve-shooter out of its holster. If it was a fight they wanted, they were going to get it.