04-09-2015, 12:52 AM
She shakes her head as if to clear away her murky thoughts, but nothing becomes any clearer as she does. Father has vanished—it has been years since she has seen him—and Mother… oh, it is too painful to think about. She has not seen her since the earthquakes that wracked their homeland. She searched and search for a body, and even though one never turned up, she fears the worst for her mother. Kindling had never come across as the type who needed protection—and surely Father had been more than enough protection for her—but she should’ve stuck by her side. If she’d been injured… Cress could’ve healed her.
She could’ve prevented her mother from dying.
If she’s even dead.
But if she isn’t dead, then why did she abandon her infant daughter?
And so, like so many others in Beqanna, Cress has grown up without her parents’ help. She has raised herself on the outskirts of the Valley that has been forever changed by the magic that seemingly swept all of the kingdoms (not that she would know, she has never left the Valley in her short life). A new king rules now, and while Cress has no reason to dislike him—other than the fact that he dethroned her father—she has never felt so alone. The kingdom is no longer quiet but her mind is too distracted.
She just feels so lost. So young and so, so lost.
She wonders if there is anyone out there who would recognize her name if she spoke it to them. Would they perk up, interested to know the offspring of two Valley monarchs, or would they see her father in her stocky build and her mother in her delicate face? More likely than not she is just another face in the crowd that will just be overlooked or ignored. She is average, too young and awkward to yet be pretty. Her coat gleams like copper and her mane and tail contrast brilliantly with her darker body, but there is nothing distinguishable about her. She isn’t dark and handsome like her father; she isn’t sleek and pale like her mother. She is just another lonely filly; one with an incredible ability.
The girl is nervous as she leaves her home, but not nearly as nervous as she thought she would be. It is time to leave; there is nothing tethering her to the place, so why stay? Her parents are gone. She has no siblings that she knows of and even if she did, she doesn’t know their names. So she moves on, even though she doesn’t know where she’ll end up. Her tired feet drag her to the edge of a meadow that seems to glow with activity; this must be the Meadow. The Meadow, where so many friends and enemies and lovers are made. Oh, the stories she has heard!
Suddenly she is nervous. She has no one in this life; neither friends nor family to guide her through this, to teach her how to live her life. She is more than nervous, she is terrified. What is she going to do with all this freedom?
[surprise?]
She could’ve prevented her mother from dying.
If she’s even dead.
But if she isn’t dead, then why did she abandon her infant daughter?
And so, like so many others in Beqanna, Cress has grown up without her parents’ help. She has raised herself on the outskirts of the Valley that has been forever changed by the magic that seemingly swept all of the kingdoms (not that she would know, she has never left the Valley in her short life). A new king rules now, and while Cress has no reason to dislike him—other than the fact that he dethroned her father—she has never felt so alone. The kingdom is no longer quiet but her mind is too distracted.
She just feels so lost. So young and so, so lost.
She wonders if there is anyone out there who would recognize her name if she spoke it to them. Would they perk up, interested to know the offspring of two Valley monarchs, or would they see her father in her stocky build and her mother in her delicate face? More likely than not she is just another face in the crowd that will just be overlooked or ignored. She is average, too young and awkward to yet be pretty. Her coat gleams like copper and her mane and tail contrast brilliantly with her darker body, but there is nothing distinguishable about her. She isn’t dark and handsome like her father; she isn’t sleek and pale like her mother. She is just another lonely filly; one with an incredible ability.
The girl is nervous as she leaves her home, but not nearly as nervous as she thought she would be. It is time to leave; there is nothing tethering her to the place, so why stay? Her parents are gone. She has no siblings that she knows of and even if she did, she doesn’t know their names. So she moves on, even though she doesn’t know where she’ll end up. Her tired feet drag her to the edge of a meadow that seems to glow with activity; this must be the Meadow. The Meadow, where so many friends and enemies and lovers are made. Oh, the stories she has heard!
Suddenly she is nervous. She has no one in this life; neither friends nor family to guide her through this, to teach her how to live her life. She is more than nervous, she is terrified. What is she going to do with all this freedom?
[surprise?]
