Post by Zeet on Oct 14, 2005 21:52:26 GMT -5
The feel of never becoming one like the others, the heart’s shatter of the beat of the drums rapidly filled the mind to one’s capacity. It wasn’t her destiny, this metal bleeding society, yet it was expected in her veins. It was the truth, though. She couldn’t do this mind curdling battle with another. It was simply undone with her. Simply undone, but expected to be able to. It seemed as if she was only to have one path, a path of combat. Everyone before her did it, or so she supposed. She was always told her parents and siblings died in a horrible battle between a regular, young man. It was all supposed to be true, and she was supposed to believe it. As her Aunt said, her ‘father’ was some old hag looking for some awkward gem. She objected to the statement, but how could she know that it wasn’t true? Was she the one who was being the fool? It was a led weight she carried each day, but she was ready for a new way to live out life; run away. To think of it, her Aunt wasn’t a pile of roses, more like a pile of dead ones. It was a pursuit to not be remembered on that one fine day; it had happened so quickly you would miss it was one blink. After a bundle of villagers and a leap over a picket fence, there was no turning back. The one who dreamed of freedom had finally prevailed and she was heading for Hyrule Field. She had no idea of the dangers, nor hardships she would face. All she knew was that the led and knot in her stomach had disappeared. It wouldn’t be easy, she knew of that, but of what would be uneasy she wasn’t weary of. Of course, she would have a tale to tell, and maybe her wits would give her second chances in the toughest of battles. Only fate would decide…
As every skip was long and filled with glee, so was her skip. It seemed like it had been a very long time since she had escaped to Hyrule Field, for she was now seventeen years of age. Her long, light orange, yet crimson hair flowed down to the middle of her back, bouncing peacefully now and then with her stride. A light crimson scarf hung around her neck, her eyes a peaceful aqua. She wore a red tunic, as always. On her hand, which was gloved with open finger holes, was a scarlet burn of red. She had no idea why or how it got there, nor even if she had a real family. It was hard to know of these things if you were just a baby when your family died. There were rumors about her family, small tales of nonsense. Only her name was unknown to people, for she had never had a name. Her Aunt named her Scarlet, but what was the reason to that? She had to live with the name, Scarlet, for what other name did she have? None, zip. As she walked, her skull held high, she thought deeply about her past.
As every skip was long and filled with glee, so was her skip. It seemed like it had been a very long time since she had escaped to Hyrule Field, for she was now seventeen years of age. Her long, light orange, yet crimson hair flowed down to the middle of her back, bouncing peacefully now and then with her stride. A light crimson scarf hung around her neck, her eyes a peaceful aqua. She wore a red tunic, as always. On her hand, which was gloved with open finger holes, was a scarlet burn of red. She had no idea why or how it got there, nor even if she had a real family. It was hard to know of these things if you were just a baby when your family died. There were rumors about her family, small tales of nonsense. Only her name was unknown to people, for she had never had a name. Her Aunt named her Scarlet, but what was the reason to that? She had to live with the name, Scarlet, for what other name did she have? None, zip. As she walked, her skull held high, she thought deeply about her past.