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The four kingdoms watched as the sky darkened, a brilliant light sparking in the sky from the center of their world. Immediately, troops were sent to investigate... none of them returned. The Kingdom of Siun was the first to fall. Then the Kingdom of Dreaki. Now, the last two kingdoms must stand to fight this unknown threat to their existence..
Avira bowed low to the ground in front of the royal family. "Your Majesty.." she addressed the king. "I am honored to be chosen to defend our beloved kingdom." She straightened, her armor clicking slightly as the metal plates bumped each other. The way the metal, leather, and mesh were woven together created a thinner, more flexible material.. though at the expense of sturdiness. Her eyes flickered over the King and Queen and their daughter. "I will avenge the deaths of our friends in Dreaki."
Everyone bowed their heads in a moment of silence before the king nodded.
"Go." He commanded.
It was the next morning when Avira Merzone departed from her home on her trusty horse, Dusk. The young stallion was a dark grey color, almost black, with white speckles. She had several packs, but Avira had only packed essentials. She knew not what dangers she faced, but she was prepared. Her bow was strapped to her back, her quiver on her hip. On her other hip, her leather belt was lined with poison-tipped daggers, sheathed tightly. She wasn't taking chances. She took off into the woods that surrounded her Kingdom, the Kingdom of Livrai.
Avira bowed low to the ground in front of the royal family. "Your Majesty.." she addressed the king. "I am honored to be chosen to defend our beloved kingdom." She straightened, her armor clicking slightly as the metal plates bumped each other. The way the metal, leather, and mesh were woven together created a thinner, more flexible material.. though at the expense of sturdiness. Her eyes flickered over the King and Queen and their daughter. "I will avenge the deaths of our friends in Dreaki."
Everyone bowed their heads in a moment of silence before the king nodded.
"Go." He commanded.
It was the next morning when Avira Merzone departed from her home on her trusty horse, Dusk. The young stallion was a dark grey color, almost black, with white speckles. She had several packs, but Avira had only packed essentials. She knew not what dangers she faced, but she was prepared. Her bow was strapped to her back, her quiver on her hip. On her other hip, her leather belt was lined with poison-tipped daggers, sheathed tightly. She wasn't taking chances. She took off into the woods that surrounded her Kingdom, the Kingdom of Livrai.