In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Fog and smoke clouded her mind, her feet seeming to walk on an endless, bottomless abyss of darkness. Her golden eyes looked everywhere, seeming to be trapped in a dark daze she couldn't break out of.
Her senses seemed stronger, her ears twitching as she found herself running, running to something. She couldn't control the sudden pull her body felt and how her legs seemed to have a mind of their own.
All she knew was that she was running, running to something.
Ancient voices whispered words around her, speaking in languages she didn't know. All she knew was that she was running to something important.
This has to be a dream. A purely fictional thing. Maybe this is what hell feels like. A continuous cycle that never ends.
She thought these words over in her mind until she was blinded by a great light that had her stumbling on her own two feet. She stopped short, squinting her eyes and looking forward.
Her hand reached down for her sword but she soon realized it wasn't there, just wisp and mist twirling around her fingers.
A woman appeared in front of her, beautiful and graceful with long dark hair that kissed the curves of her waist and warm golden eyes that seemed to be made out of embers. Her skin was a caramel-honey tone, her face more beautiful than anything the young warrior had ever seen, her dramatic yet soft features blending together to create the face of a goddess.
The woman's head wore a crown made out of crystals and diamonds and rubies, sitting like a fortune on her head. Her ears were pointed, her back bearing beautiful, dark wings that drifted to the floor.
The young warrior couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as the woman gently reached for her, her fingers brushing past her cheeks and down to her chin. Those hypnotizing eyes stared into her soul as the woman gently spoke to her, "It is not your time to die. You have to find out the truth about yourself. You have to embrace your destiny."
The warrior looked into those eyes, such similar eyes as the woman caressed her short hair, graceful fingers whispering past her skin. "My destiny?" the warrior questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
A smile slipped on the woman's lips, simply shrugging as she let her hand reach down and take the warrior's hand in hers. "You will know when you find out the truth" she spoke, her tone turning serious. "There is danger brewing, people around you that you shouldn't trust."
Golden eyes turned darker, a fire dancing within them like a gem to the sun. "Don't trust anyone." The warrior nodded, simply looking down at her hand to see the numerous tattoos that circled her hand. Some were Ruges dancing up her shoulder and back but others were symbols she didn't recognize.
Then her gaze drifted further to the woman's hips and she nearly gasped when she saw her sword, golden and shimmering with a ruby twinkling in the middle strapped to her hips. The blade was sharpened, wisp of fire circling her blade.
