My attention was no longer on my archers, but rather, on the young man that was alone in the clearing. My eyes wide with curiosity, I watched his every move. He looked to be about my age, his arms were clearly muscled. His clothing was so torn and tattered that most of his arms and legs were bare.
She comes, She goes. She's here, She's there. No one knows Her name, no one knows Her motives, and everyone is either in awe of or mildly frightened of Her. But everything changes in under one day when one young man approaches her.
The fingers of my right hand were slightly wrapped over the top of the collar that was tight against my skin. If only I could remove it... yet, due to the powerful magic that bound it to my body and soul, I could not efface it had I wished to.