Introduction (Soon to be deleted/completely rewritten)

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by ReyLore

by ReyLore

Introduction

Flames. Burning everything to the ground. No one can see a thing. It's too bright. It's too dark. They begin to feel faint. Heads spin. Shrieks pierce the air. Why can't I see, they ask desperately. What's happening? Where is everyone? The flames engulf each other their bodies, and without sound, without warning, they slip out of consciousness... and the pain lessens.

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"Hard day, I'm afraid..." I mutter to myself, looking at the contents of my money pouch. "Pa won't be pleased." My supplier was definitely not feeling generous today. I had worked as hard today as any other day, but he decided it was not enough to earn 2 argens, and instead gives me 5 enes. I'm sure that counts as child labor, I tell myself as I quicken my pace along the Herge Road. Then again, nothing a little hunting won't fix. I turn a sharp left, off the trial and slide myself into a pair of bushes. My leather boots make the lightest possibly squeak as I lean forward to look around for kill.

I close my eyes and listen. Thank the Guardians Rogues were hunters by blood. My ancestral skills have saved me from beatings and scoldings many, many times before. I rustle makes my ears prick, and my blood rush. I focus on the direction and wait, wait until it's close enough. By the light, quick motions, I guess it must be an elk or, if I am lucky, a large bird (such as a hark or turkey). Eyes still closed, I press my palms together. A tingling feeling courses through me and I feel something forming between my hands. Wind. That was the magic bestowed on me by the Guardians. The element of Air. If you send wind quickly enough at something, say an elk, you might just be able to snap its neck.

I lean forward to catch a glimpse of my prey. I see a hoof, and murmur a silent thank you to the Guardians. My green eyes flash and I send a whip of air, quickly, silent, deadly. I hear a faint snap before a soft ‘thump’ against the forest floor. I smile and dust my hands on my leggings. “And that takes care of supper.” I say, and walk towards the limp elk carcass. I hoist it over my shoulder and begin down the Herge Road once more.