AroraDestiny
Destiny Calls...
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- Nov 4, 2001
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This story is for Alreania and myself, however if you have a character idea for one of the mercenarys in thier party PM me with your idea. Happy Reading.
It wasnt easy, this new life, not compared to just a few months ago. Pushing back long strands of chesnut locks from her face, and looking at thier considerably small band of swords for hire it was apparent they were doing better then some however. It was a way to get a hot meal and the occasional soft bed to sleep in. Arora Catherine Destiny wondered if she would ever get used to her staff. Her teacher was a beautiful woman claiming to be an amazon warrior, and she believed it.
Aroras clothing was no longer the tight fitting chemise and petticoats with the fine material gowns. Her attire was now a white leather bodysuit with short sleeves a metal belt and a short skirt, knee high boots, and a metal circlet in her hair. Sitting across from her best friend since girlhood she begins to remember how all this began.
She was the fair little princess. Spolied with love from everyone she met. Her mother died at childbirth and her father adored her and tried his best to love her and her older brother with all his might. Alreanias father was a mercenary paid to assist in the several raids that were made on the kingdom. In the times she was there she and Alreania became friends. Playing in the woods was a favorite activity. Alreania even showed her how to defend herself with a dagger. When the main surge of attacks came to the kingdom Alreanias father was slain. Aroras father went out with her brother to fight the attackers as well. Her father went down trying to defend Alreanias fathers back. Returning home Aroras brother and Alreania fought thier way out of the kingdom with Arora. Several of Alreanias fathers band of mercenarys also made it out with them.
In all there were just Alreania,the amazon, Aroras brother, Two other men and Arora. Her brother had already vowed to gather an army and reclaim his stolen inheritance. A tear slips down Aroras cheek as she thinks of the fires and the screams of the townspeople who had been so kind to her were slain and worse.
It wasnt easy, this new life, not compared to just a few months ago. Pushing back long strands of chesnut locks from her face, and looking at thier considerably small band of swords for hire it was apparent they were doing better then some however. It was a way to get a hot meal and the occasional soft bed to sleep in. Arora Catherine Destiny wondered if she would ever get used to her staff. Her teacher was a beautiful woman claiming to be an amazon warrior, and she believed it.
Aroras clothing was no longer the tight fitting chemise and petticoats with the fine material gowns. Her attire was now a white leather bodysuit with short sleeves a metal belt and a short skirt, knee high boots, and a metal circlet in her hair. Sitting across from her best friend since girlhood she begins to remember how all this began.
She was the fair little princess. Spolied with love from everyone she met. Her mother died at childbirth and her father adored her and tried his best to love her and her older brother with all his might. Alreanias father was a mercenary paid to assist in the several raids that were made on the kingdom. In the times she was there she and Alreania became friends. Playing in the woods was a favorite activity. Alreania even showed her how to defend herself with a dagger. When the main surge of attacks came to the kingdom Alreanias father was slain. Aroras father went out with her brother to fight the attackers as well. Her father went down trying to defend Alreanias fathers back. Returning home Aroras brother and Alreania fought thier way out of the kingdom with Arora. Several of Alreanias fathers band of mercenarys also made it out with them.
In all there were just Alreania,the amazon, Aroras brother, Two other men and Arora. Her brother had already vowed to gather an army and reclaim his stolen inheritance. A tear slips down Aroras cheek as she thinks of the fires and the screams of the townspeople who had been so kind to her were slain and worse.