Synful Darkness
Arch Child
Alexandria
She was a simple woman, nothing of power and wealth. In fact she had lost her entire family to a past battle where the farm that she lived was nearly put to ruins and her only means of surviving was her skill in hiding. From her front steps she could see the Castle of Ayenee and sometimes heard the horns when the current King made his way down the city streets.
Since she was a child her parents told her tales of the evils that lived within those city walls and thus she kept away from it as much as possible. On market days were the only days that she dared to enter, and that was only to get the things she needed or sell the things she could. She had a happy life on her piece of land, no one really bothered her because they were to wrapped up in their own conflicts within those evil walls they had no time to notice a simple girl such as her.
The fact that she had seen her parents and siblings die at the hands of enemies that eventually took over the city was also enough to make her weary of it all. She had watched her house nearly burn down, her fathers hard work in the land flattened by fires and armies of men marching over it, for this she would never forgive. Yet it didn’t take her long to realize that she had to eat, and there was a limited amount of ways she could do that.
Brown locks fell over thin shoulders as she stroked the head of her mutt dog, perhaps the only companion she trusted to stay around. Bright blue eyes watched the sun slither down over the horizon and she sighed, it had taken a few years for her to get her fathers land back what it had once been, but she never once asked for assistance and that alone was enough for her, she had done it by herself. Smirking she got up and trotted up the few steps that lead to the porch and eventually the front door. Moving inside the small house she shut and locked the door, a few candles already lit. Considering she grew up having to assist her father and living as she did it wasn’t hard for her to repaid and rebuild.
Another day had ended, which meant another would surely begin. Each night she kissed a picture of her family before rolling in to a feather bed and curling up, her mutt dog always lying by the side of the bed on the floor. It was a hot night luckily, no fire was needed and on nights like these she often slept without a blanket. Her life was good, and yet rather empty..however unlike most she never was one to give in to temptation.
She was a simple woman, nothing of power and wealth. In fact she had lost her entire family to a past battle where the farm that she lived was nearly put to ruins and her only means of surviving was her skill in hiding. From her front steps she could see the Castle of Ayenee and sometimes heard the horns when the current King made his way down the city streets.
Since she was a child her parents told her tales of the evils that lived within those city walls and thus she kept away from it as much as possible. On market days were the only days that she dared to enter, and that was only to get the things she needed or sell the things she could. She had a happy life on her piece of land, no one really bothered her because they were to wrapped up in their own conflicts within those evil walls they had no time to notice a simple girl such as her.
The fact that she had seen her parents and siblings die at the hands of enemies that eventually took over the city was also enough to make her weary of it all. She had watched her house nearly burn down, her fathers hard work in the land flattened by fires and armies of men marching over it, for this she would never forgive. Yet it didn’t take her long to realize that she had to eat, and there was a limited amount of ways she could do that.
Brown locks fell over thin shoulders as she stroked the head of her mutt dog, perhaps the only companion she trusted to stay around. Bright blue eyes watched the sun slither down over the horizon and she sighed, it had taken a few years for her to get her fathers land back what it had once been, but she never once asked for assistance and that alone was enough for her, she had done it by herself. Smirking she got up and trotted up the few steps that lead to the porch and eventually the front door. Moving inside the small house she shut and locked the door, a few candles already lit. Considering she grew up having to assist her father and living as she did it wasn’t hard for her to repaid and rebuild.
Another day had ended, which meant another would surely begin. Each night she kissed a picture of her family before rolling in to a feather bed and curling up, her mutt dog always lying by the side of the bed on the floor. It was a hot night luckily, no fire was needed and on nights like these she often slept without a blanket. Her life was good, and yet rather empty..however unlike most she never was one to give in to temptation.