I watched from a distance as the battle continued in the soldiers eyes. The horses were blood soaked and their riders pride held higher than them.
Commotion was about as we all watched in silence. The soldiers were grim, but nothing would make them think any different of us. Even after we saved their lives.
The soldiers wore blue. Their brassy buttons worn down and their hair filthy.
I walked up to a man, and he stared down at me. I saw the disgust in his eyes, as he observed my clothes. I smiled sadly and whispered to him, my eyes glowing. I knew he understood, and his eyes widened with surprise.
It took three whole seconds for him to be thrown in the air by his horse, and another two for me to jump on. The shouts rose to screams as men scratched desperately at the air. The blood pounded in my head as I threw dust in their faces. I laughed, and my voice echoed in the new silence. I was on the horse and riding.
Tonight I will feast. Feast for victory, feast for the sake of eating. We had won. We had saved lives.
I am a free willer. A person who does what they like because of their power. Not many people are born with powers. I have just enough.
Laurena came beside me in less than a second. I smiled at her and we embraced.
"We won Adella! It’s finally over" She whispered.
"I know. And I have to leave soon." "Elvira will have a fit if I don't."
She looked confused at first, but comprehension overcame her quickly.
"I understand. Take him with you. He might be helpful" She quietly breathed in my ear. I knew who she was referring too. It was wrong. Entirely wrong.
"No Laurena. He will just cause more trouble than I can handle. It’s a stupid idea and it will just waste more time."
I just could not let him come with me. The wretched creature would slow me down. But the look in Laurena's eyes told me to give in and take him.
"Adella, your traveling alone and you WILL take him." This time she started to get louder. As stubborn as I am I had to let this one slide.
"Oh and...Maybe you can bond a bit. Get to know him. Hate him less" she said in a hushed but mischievously way.
She knew this would infuriate me. I turned and walked away briskly. I could hear her laughter in my mind. It made my angrier.
She had no right....but of course this was necessary in her eyes. It was essential for me to overcome the little things that bothered me. Her way of perfecting me. Or in her words- making me stronger.
The air started to get heavy and that told me to run. My horse- Argentina- was concealed in a normal mares form. She was disguised. In this war, most of us hid.
I started to run, and together we rode southward.
We rode towards the lake. The sand warm and water inviting. After looking around, I stripped down and strode into the cool water. I felt over conscious of my body. My senses alert, I melted into the water.
My body is slender, with muscles hardened over the years. My hair runs red brown and my eyes gold. I considered myself pretty, in a masculine way.
I started swimming deeper in the lake, breathing in the cool air and lapping of waves. I had a habit of floating, and drifting off in my mind.
Before I knew it, half and hour had passed. Drastically swimming, my feet paddled me to shore.
Elvira will be so frustrated with me for being late! she might even beat me. She hates when im late, but I know she will always have a sweet spot for me no matter what I do. I ran in the shallow, waist deep waves.
Something was wrong. Backing up deeper into the water, sinking down, I observed my surroundings.
Nothing was out of place, but i could feel someone’s presence. And, my clothes are nowhere in sight.
No, no, no,no,no. this cannot happen. This will not happen.
Laughter broke out from the trees and an elf climbed down. Elf's are horrible creatures, in my opinion. Especially this one. he stood on the shore rolling in laughter with my clothes in his hand.
I felt my face get red and anger push at my throat.
How dare he! I’m naked for gods sake! This is exactly why I will not take him.
"Lucian!!!" I roared, "put my clothes down and get out of my face!"
"Why? why should I put these clothes down" he said with a smile spread across his face. His golden hair flickering in the light.
"I found these clothes and they belong to me" he chuckled.
Embarrassed and angry I marched out of the water, right to his face.
Thankfully my powers were extended enough to let me cover myself with a layer of water. But, this was still a bold move on both of our parts.
I marched right up to him, grabbed my clothes and thrust them on.
Water started pooling at my feet and gradually grew darker with my anger. Roars of small waves formed, and with ta twist of my wrist I thrust the water at Lucian and charged at him.
We both hit the ground hard. There was a sickening moment where i heard his rib crack. This alarmed me greatly, but after a look at his face i knew it was no problem to him. I started to get redder and he laughed even harder. After a quick struggle i was on him.
I bent my knees on his chest, grabbed his wrists and tied them with vine. After so many years training in combat this gave me pride. But I realized what would come next. I just wasn't fast enough. He gave me a quick lopsided grin and wrapped his legs around my waist.
In no time I was under him. He now had advantage. The worst part was he knew this, and how much I hated being in this situation.
I was growling under his weight, my powers weak after the war. He, having no part in the war, over-powered me.
Leaning down close to my shoulder, and only centimeters away from my face, he grinned and said "your missing something"
I knew in that instant what he was talking about. My under-clothes. I forgot, and was wearing my clothes without under-garments. shamefully.
I lay still in shock, and he got off me. I watched him walking off towards the woods, chuckling to himself the whole way.
He would not get away with this. I would get him back. Who does he think he is? to take a ladies clothes and see her in such a way.
But i reminded myself i was a free-willer. Equal to men. So he had done almost no wrong. I cursed at him under my breath.
I then saw him sweet talk Argentina, my horse. I cursed at him even more.
Regaining my pride and brushing away all embarrassment, I put on my underclothes and walked on the path that lead to our camp. Lucian. How was I to deal with him? he was non-serious, and immature. I had only seen him serious once. That was when he asked my name. I am named after secrets. Ones unknown to man.
When I was younger my father said he named me after secrets because someone told him to. He won't say who or why. So I am nameless. My father called me Namo as a child, meaning nameless in Icelaric – the tongue of the ice people. Nameless. The children mocked me for such a name.
I created a name, so I could be called something. "My name is Adella." I said loudly.
I was raised by my father. I only have my mother’s diary. It contains five pages. I know nothing of my family, or my relatives. My father said they live far away.
I am a free-willer, a lady’s apprentice and a weaver. I am equal to man, born with powers of the water and a weaver of light.
The war between two kingdoms caught our attention. We stopped the war and saved many lives. generations to come will thank us. But for now we are feared.
Hated against.
