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| Prologue: Amicia the Amazon, and Marion the Marvelous |
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Not many people liked Marion. One of the De Rune's stablehand's little half-English, half-French vermin that found enjoyment in terrorizing the chickens; she'd go out of her way to find extra long sticks to swing at them, like a sword. She was rowdy, and dirty, plain annoying. The Dubois girl kept her hair cropped short, shorter than most girls, and had a round, stubby face.
In simple words, Marion Dubois was a wild child.
Amicia De Rune was the opposite. She was a proper lady, with the prettiest brunette hair Marion had ever seen. It had taken the little seven-year-old Marion over a week to build up the courage to ask her to play.
Marion trotted up to the De Rune girl, in her hands she held two large sticks; one for herself, and one for Amicia. Marion's hair was untamed, her clothes stained from playing in the mud. Amicia looked perfect, as she always did. The brunette gently stroked her puppy, Lion's, fur.
"Do you wanna chase the chickens with me?" Marion asked bluntly, as she held out one of the sticks to Amicia.
Amicia stared at the slightly shorter girl for a moment, before she smiled widely, and took the stick from Marion's hand.
"Oui!" She replied, as she left Lion's side.
That was the day Amicia the Amazon, and Marion the Marvelous were born.
Marion chased after a light brown hen, giggling and smiling as Amicia, and Lion followed behind her. Marion swung her stick into the ground, missing the hen. The hen scurried into a hole in one of the stone gates that led into the main property.
"Allons-y Amicia, we must never let our foes escape!" Marion yelled, as she kneeled down to wriggle into the hole.
Amicia laughed, and followed after her; her dress was stained and some parts along its hem were damp from mud, and dirt. She quickly scurried off after the hen, and Marion. In the main yard the Dubois girl finally landed a hit on the hen, making her fall to the floor. Marion picked up the hen by her sides, as she tried to run away.
"Once again, Amicia the Amazon, and Marion the Marvelous win the great battle!" Marion celebrated, and held the hen high above her head.
Amicia cheered, and held her stick high. Lion let out loud barks, as he reared onto his little hind legs.
"Lady Amicia!" A maidservant called out to the brunette, and their moment was over in the blink of an eye.
The maidservant held back her cringe as she watched the chicken jump out of Marion's hands, "My Lady, your mother wishes to see you."
Amicia nodded, and dropped the stick. She turned to Marion, a large smile on her face.
"Promets-moi we will play again tomorrow?" Amicia asked, and gently took Marion's hand.
"I promise!" Marion smiled, and gently squeezed her hand.
