Tale of the Amiregon

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  1. The Amiregon was a witch who would lure her victims with her beauty and magic. She had black hair that shined like the ravens wings. Her skin a sweet pale that you knew was soft just by looking. Her eyes a emerald green that gleamed with lust. Her looks were beautiful, but the way she killed her victims made even the most fearless person cringe. Her magic was stronger anyone had known. No one came back after a battle with her. One day Abigail's father sat at home. He looked at the suns position and kissed his wife and child goodbye. As the wife held the wrapped baby and waved goodbye little did she know it would be the last time. As he went off in the forest to hunt he felt a mist gather around him. Hands touched his face as he looked into the emerald eyes of the witch.

    Abigail pulled her medium length, brown hair back in to a pony tail. Her mother stood at the door with a frown upon her face. She held a letter in her hand. Abigail gave a half smile and walked to her mother. Her mother took her hand and put the letter in the palm. A tear ran down her mothers face. "Must you go?" she asked. Abigail looked at the letter and its beautiful writing. The last letter her father had wrote. "Revenge is necessary. She can not do this any longer" Abigail sighed and put the letter in the bag which carried a breast plate, shoulder and knee plate, some food, water, a blanket, clothes, coins and a comb. She put the bags strap over her shoulder. Her sword in a leather case with its strap on the other shoulder. Both resting comfortably. Her eyes shined blue with determination like her fathers. She gave her mother a hug and moved passed her, saying one more goodbye, and out the door.

    Her goal was to find a team with another skilled fighter, two members skilled in magic, and anyone who wanted to come along. She was very skilled with her sword. She had traveled to many villages and looked for help from many. She was strong and independent. She carried her sword everywhere. She traveled by foot two villages down. It was late afternoon and she had started just at sunrise. She looked around the busy town. Plenty of shops and side road booths. She let out a sigh. She looked around for someone who looked friendly enough to talk to.
     
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