SilentTempest
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Aisling stood in the crisp fall air looking up and down the path outside the temple, fidgeting with her warm brown cloak. The old priest had told her that her bodyguard was a fierce warrior who had won his freedom from the life of a gladiator through courage and endurance. Her heart fluttered with excitement and eagerness. The bag around her shoulder was filled with provisions, and a sealed piece of paper from the old priest explaining her origins. He told her to open it when she was ready to know. The thought of opening the paper frightened her, but its meant that she had a secret.
Nothing this exciting had happened to her since she was five years old and had awoken in the middle of night crying out in confusion at her first dream of the future. They had had to move to another place to another temple all together, as people had feared that she must have had a demon as a father. She wondered if that was what was written in the letter.
Nothing this exciting had happened to her since she was five years old and had awoken in the middle of night crying out in confusion at her first dream of the future. They had had to move to another place to another temple all together, as people had feared that she must have had a demon as a father. She wondered if that was what was written in the letter.