Y a r a

》C h a p t e r 1

15 years young.

"Precious child, don't cry."

A father was holding his only daughter in his arms, wishing the moment will last forever.

"Father, don't go. Please, I need you. You still have to go out on rides with me, exploring the forest, teaching me to aim. Please, you can't go.."

"Protect your mother, yourself and the people around you. You're my Angel, don't forget that."

A last breath was exhaled, another life was taken, and another soul was in Heaven.

15 year old Yara, was staring at the body of her father, a soldier in the war. Her father was a brave man, always helping others. The only trait her father and she shared was their black hair.

In memory of her father, the role model of her life, she made a promise that she will not cut her hair as long as she's alive.

The 20 year old King that destroyed her village, just awoke the spirit of a true warrior.

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5 years later.

A harsh wind rushed up in the trees of the village of Linova. A storm was coming, it announced itself by roaring with thunder, scaring people away by slamming rain against their windows.

Linova was one of the villages that was rebelling against the orders of the King. If it wasn't for the army of soldiers, with their smart skills, the village would have been under the command of the King already.

The sound of a running horse disturbed the clashing of the rain. The rider, dressed in black, held his bow in one hand while controlling his horse. Stopping in front of a small cottage, the door flew open and a small woman came running out.

"Yara! It's freezing in this weather, come inside!"

Yara climbed off and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, before leading the horse to a stable.

"Mother, you can't call me Yara in public. Call me Falcon. You know that."

For the past 5 years, Yara dressed as a man, as a soldier. And later on, a warrior. The Yara the village once knew, died with her father that day. In her place was the birth of a new warrior, now known across the seas as the most skilled fighter protecting his village. Always wearing a mask, and hardly ever talking.

In the society of today, women were of the lowest rank. Just there for playing housewife and mother.

The words her father spoke to her, made her realize that she will not succeed while being a woman. Being a man gave her the power to join the army in taking the village back, protecting it. Where she began on the lowest rank, she fought herself to the position of the highest rank, a warrior. A role model. A respected man. But, a masked man. Nobody knew she was a girl.

Over the years she kept her promise of not cutting her hair and now it hung down her back, usually styled in a braid hanging loose under her cloak. Her hair was still black as midnight.

Climbing up the stairs to her secured room she thought about how her life will turn out. Will she ever walk around in public as a girl? Will this village ever succeed in getting freedom from the King?

The King.

She despised the man. He was the one that started the war. He was the one that caused her father's death. She swore he was the devil himself. Dimitri Salgado. Now a 25 year old King. The youngest king this kingdom has ever had. Rumors were that he murdered his parents when he was young so that he could take the throne.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way towards the bathroom. The last time she saw herself was in the reflection of a fork when she ate. Mirrors were for the rich.

While taking off her cloak and armour, she looked at her scars. She was proud of them; it showed how many battles she survived.

A long cloth was tied around her chest, flattening her breasts, to not give rise to suspicions. From a day of training or fighting outside, her face was smudged with mud. It was actually a good thing, she was then unrecognizable. Otherwise, a cloth were tied around her face, just showing her eyes. She had calloused hands, it represented the hard work she did. Her body wasn't perfect but she felt proud of it.

The shower was cold, as usual. Yara and her people weren't rich. Of course she could've lit a fire and heat up some water to have a lovely bath, but it was late at night and Yara wanted to rest.

"Yara, are you in there?" Her mother was standing on the other side of the door, knocking.

"Yes, mother."

"Come downstairs when you're done, I heated up some food for you." Yara's mother didn't always agree with the ways her daughter handled things after her husband's death. She was scared that Yara could die in the battles she fought. Everytime Yara came home, she was just glad that her daughter was still alive.

"Yes, I'll come when I'm done, thank you Mother."

On the other side of the door, Yara already began clothing herself with her black clothes. She never slept in a night dress, always ready for when there was an emergency or a sudden attack.

When arriving in the kitchen, there was already some soup scooped out in a wooden bowl, ready for her to devour.

Yara couldn't be more grateful for a mother like hers. She loved her mother with all her heart. Just as her father asked to protect her, she did and always will, even if it will cost her, her life.

As the storm watched Yara climb in her bed, and falling asleep, it continued to colour the sky with its lightning and thunder.

Meanwhile, across the mountains, in the royal castle, a king sat with his hands in his hair. Pondering and planning how he would get that village under his command. A warrior can only last that long. "Watch out Falcon". The king thought. "Count your last days of freedom and power. I'm coming".

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