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Last published Fri, Sep 27, 2013
Elanil just wanted one thing her whole life. She trained since she could walk and studied since she could read her name. When she finally reached the minimum age to enter, two-hundred and twenty-one, she took the chance. She wanted to become an Archer for the League of Knights. She wanted to fight in the war and feel the adrenaline, feel the pleasure of winning a battle, or coming home safely with comrades.
The Knight brought a strong hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Yes, but we have certain rules we cannot bend, even for someone that is as good as a marksman as you.” He tried to convince her with a stern tone and a hand placed firmly on the papers in front of him. Elanil huffed angrily and gripped her bow tightly again.
“Fine, but what rules are you supposedly bending if you accept me?” She asked ready to leave the Castle now. The Knight paused for a second then let out a tired breath of air.
“There are no women allowed in battle, as stated by The League.” He said then stood up swiftly with unnatural grace and exited through a door behind him.
It felt as though water has just been thrown in her face from the shock and she felt the horrible feeling that tore at her heart.
Elanil is determined to prove that the League was wrong and women can fight in battles. She is on a quest to prove that females are equal to men.
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