A prison healer fanfiction.
In which Kiva finds some answers to her family, meets some new people, isn't sure where to go and is oblivious as hell.
Set in after the Prison healer
(I had a better description but then it deleted and I'm too lazy to ma...
The kings looked at the girl, surprised. They had chosen one of the most difficult-to-smell drugs to put in the cup, to make sure she would come with them.
She smirked, "Did you honestly expect me to not pick up on that?"
The kings looked at the nine-year-old carefully. they had heard stories about her. Not good ones though.
"Very well. Will you come willingly?"
"For a chance to kill?" the girl asked.
The kings nodded mutely.
"Killing for honour... Not that I won't do it but killing for fun is much more my seed. But yeah. I'll come willingly."
"Right this way."
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The girl had to laugh as she saw the arena. It was the same, every fucking time. Three rings, one of sand, water and fire. Honestly, she was starting to get bored. They could try to be a little more imaginative, like, GET A BRAIN. But whatever. Criticizing the arena was not her job. Her job was to get a rush out of the face of beaten warriors... We technically had to kill the best warriors Jirvaan had to offer.
She smiled coldly. None of them were better than her... But she couldn't get cocky. Not when one of them might surprise her.
"Gersot, gersot! Ka tannem vu sentis rayi tahaak zeq Arzavaar!" Ryuu exclaimed. The girl vaguely translated this into something like "The Arzavaar... Yay... blah blah blah Good luck!"
The nine-year-old examined the competition. A woman in golden armour, carrying a spear that was crossed between a scythe and the pointy end of the spear, a woman in silver armour, who looked quite confident for someone living on borrowed time. The silver woman had dark skin, which stood out against the glowing armour, and carried a wicked-looking sword. The two other women were dressed in bronze armour, and they both carried maces. The girl noted that she was the only one who wasn't wearing any form of protection. Whatever. It wasn't as if she needed it. She couldn't die anyways, so what was the point of them even trying? Oh yeah.. they didn't know that it was pointless.
King Thenti stood up, "The rules of the Azavaar are simple! There are none!"
The crowd roared in response, louder than ever.
Thenti smirked at them, then declared, "May the best warrior win! Gantaark."
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All four of the warriors came charging at the girl but she didn't move. Not an inch.
when they got within a one-meter radius of her, the silver warrior swung her sword at the girl. The nine-year-old retaliated by throwing a wicked-start-shaped knife at the silver warrior, which struck her over the shoulder.
The golden woman threw a knife at the 9-year-old's neck. The girl dodged it and it flew into the neck of one of the bronze women who collapsed as it struck her.
The girl looked at the golden warrior and smiled.
She carelessly threw a knife at the other bronze woman, laughing with glee as it hit her heart, the blood seeping through the coloured leather.
Bored, she elegantly chucked a pinch of angel dust at the Golden warrior, who flinched as her brain started to fuzz. As her prey was distracted, the girl quickly stabbed the woman's stomach with the silver warrior's sword and hurried over to a safe distance.
Now entirely deprived of weapons, save for the sword she had stolen from one of the dead warriors, she leapt at the silver woman, who was quick to defend herself.
The two became a whirlwind of steel and blood, however, the younger girl was not bleeding. The older girl thrust her sword at the nine-year-old. Sticking her hand out on the front, and parrying to the left.
The nine-year-old spun away, her raven-coloured locks grazing the tip of the sword. She fainted left, and escaped the reach of steel. Stepping further and further away she stopped when there were three meters in between her and the older girl.
The nine-year-old smirked and before anyone knew it, the silver warrior was on the floor, and the smirking girl had a sword.
The 9-year-old sneered at the corpse and without another word, she disappeared into thin air, purple shadows swirling around.
The kings looked at each other, worried. This girl, this warrior, was going to be someone to watch out for. She would be someone that could bring the world to its knees. If she had taken on four of Jirvaan's best warriors
This girl's name was Reyna Corentine.
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AUTHORS NOTE
ARGHHHHH! I'm back babes! Sorry for the very long wait, you had to endure before this could come out... I'm so sorry. Also, this isn't edited, so any comments on typos and such would certainly be appreciated.
I hope to be more active as I actually have the time to update, but as school is back in session, updates may still be a little slow. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you are excited as I am to bring these characters back to life!
Lots of love from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
~Luna
Word count: 832 (oop)
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