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It Begins

Hi I'm Amara Litch it's not my real name because my real last name is the name of a traitor, but after all that has happed I don't care and I go by my real name Amara Lind, and this is my story.
Third point of view (3rd Pov.)

"Which story would you like to hear tonight darlings?" A mother called to her children from the kitchen to the bedroom. The house had four rooms; a kitchen, one bedroom, one bathroom and a living room.

Amara Litch was the older sister to Luke Litch, by ten years who is only a few months old.

"Mama could you tell us about the war?" Amara questioned quietly, the mother shifted on her feet before answering Amara , "no my child I cannot tell you about the war... or how it started because nobody really, actually knows." sighing Amara mumbled " but grandma knows, she does know... and she tells us all the time. The dragons were to late."

" she believes the myths and legends, she doesn't know the actual facts and how it actually started, there is no such thing as dragons. I told you th-" the mother sharply inhaled and ran to her children, the gong rang loud and clear throughout the village and over the valley to the next town.

" Momma what is going on?" Amara rushed with fear consuming her. "Pack all your things!" Nodding Amara grabbed her big personal satchel and stuffed it with clothes and food along with her cloak and the money she worked for, then folded two smaller satchels and put them cin as well. "Ready mamma, you packed?" The mother rushed to put the toddlers stuff in a sack with her own. "COME AMARA, follow me ok?" Not waiting for an answer, threw the sack over her shoulder and carried the toddler in her other arm. Then Rushed to the door calling Amara over then opening it and booked it down the gravel street to the forest.