Post by Areniel on May 14, 2004 4:57:21 GMT -5
The wind glided quietly past Madhicor as she reached the top of a hill where she could see the great city Cairhien. The wind gave life to her brown hair, and the sun which stood high on the sky made her emerald green eyes shine like real emeralds. She was here, after staying in the forest for so long it seemed weird to see houses and other buildings.
"I will camp outside this town tonight," she thought and started walking down the hill.
She reached the edge of the city, and found a safe place to settle for the rest of the day. Madhicor felt lonely, but her personality and appearance had changed after her family abandoned her in the forest long ago. She was tougher now, stronger too. No one would ever hurt her again! She was Madhicor Adaneth, a woman who became a warrior of the forest.
The night was cold, colder than she was used to. Madhicor packed herself in her dark cloak to both hide and keep the cold away. It was quiet... too quiet. She reached for her belt knife just in case, a sword would be no use if someone attacked her without warning. She was ready, ready to leap forward as soon as she heard a noice.
Something was moving in the bush near by. Carefully she rose and moved as a lioness through high grass over to the bush. Something leaped out of the shadows, and Madhicor leaped forward to meet it, hand held high with the belt knife in it.
"I will camp outside this town tonight," she thought and started walking down the hill.
She reached the edge of the city, and found a safe place to settle for the rest of the day. Madhicor felt lonely, but her personality and appearance had changed after her family abandoned her in the forest long ago. She was tougher now, stronger too. No one would ever hurt her again! She was Madhicor Adaneth, a woman who became a warrior of the forest.
The night was cold, colder than she was used to. Madhicor packed herself in her dark cloak to both hide and keep the cold away. It was quiet... too quiet. She reached for her belt knife just in case, a sword would be no use if someone attacked her without warning. She was ready, ready to leap forward as soon as she heard a noice.
Something was moving in the bush near by. Carefully she rose and moved as a lioness through high grass over to the bush. Something leaped out of the shadows, and Madhicor leaped forward to meet it, hand held high with the belt knife in it.