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The Last of Her Kind

The Last of Her Kind

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My 1x1 partner has been MIA for some time now... so I am just going to work on my story here. Feel free to read along, I would love your feedback in the OOC

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Introduction

~WIP~

Deity
β€’ The Goddess (Esme) - The creature of the land. She formed all the beings on the land from clay and gave them life.
β—‹ Created the archons to protect her people from her brother's games.
β€’ The Trickster (Zatticus) - The brother of the goddess, saw how happy that it made her, and then decided that he wanted to toy with her world and cause chaos.
β—‹ Banished from the world by the goddess, continues to corrupt silently.
β—‹ Corrupted the animals
β—‹ Whispered into the ear of the Drouge king
β€’ Big Brother - Provider of fire and warmth to the world (The Sun) His aid is the Wizard, who helps The Goddess create the archons. He is given the power through the use of a staff, which harnesses the power of the sun.


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Xal
- Templar, Knight of the Goddess.
- Falls for the Archon Vadora who he is in charge of protecting.
- When they run away together and abandon the alter, the first weakness is seen by the drouges, who begin to slay the archons one by one.

Archon Vadora
- Mother of Nina
- Falls for Xalvadora bears his child. She is the first Archon to die when they abandon the post.
- Her shard is the one Nina finds,

Nina
- The protagonist, The Chosen One.
- Born of Archon and Man, her powers lay dormant until she is reunited with her mother's shard.
- The remainder of her power lies in the Traitor Blade, which the Templar unknowingly carries.
- Thief, Orphan.

Wizard Mobeus - Right Hand of Big Brother (or IS HE BIG BROTHER HIMSELF???)
- Creates the Archons from Big Brother's power
- Tasked with caring for the Goddess in Big Brother's place
- Hides his staff after pulling (x) gem from her and creating the pendant, allows her to change forms to be with Xalvadora?

Templar - Loyal Knight of the Goddess, protector of the land even after her fall

Anti-Hero - Thief who meets Nina after it is revealed that she is the child of an archon, takes her in and teaches her battle skills.

King Naxxrimus - Evil Drouge King


Basic Outline - subject to change

- The Chosen one is Reborn
β€’ The girl is a thief, opens on her leaving a shop of some kind after having stolen foods or goods to support the orphaned children.
β€’ The gem is brought to town, she steals it. When she touches it, the stone is absorbed into her body unleashing the first of her powers, killing the orphans and her love.
β€’ She is captured by a Templar, accused of murder and taken to the Templars to face trial.
β—‹ They are attacked along the way, she escapes but returns to assist the fallen Templar.
β—‹ She chooses to return with him to the imperial city, having witnessed too much death, in order to save his life.
β€’ The imperial city is where she learns the truth about what has happened to the goddess and the archons.
β—‹ They figure out who she is, attempt to guide her.
β€’ In terror, she flees the imperial city in an attempt to run from her newfound responsibilities.
β—‹ She stumbles across our anti-hero, another thief like herself.
β—‹ They plunder the land together for a short while
β—‹ They fall in love with each other, she learns combat/weapon skills from him
β€’ Tragedy/Battle?
β—‹ The drouges raid? She finds herself in the midst of a battle with the drouges and the Templars.
β—‹ The anti-hero wants to flee, but Nina is compelled to protect the children.
β—‹ They stay and fight alongside the Templars.
β—‹ Either the Templar or the Anti-Hero is injured in battle, unleashing her true form.
β€’ The battle is not won, but
β—‹ One of them dies!!! (Beloved Anti-Hero?)
Β§ PLOT TWIST he doesn't actually die. After Nina and the Templar flee, he is nurtured back to health by (?)
Β§ Makes a dramatic re-appearance near the end of the story to assist in the final battle with his army.
β—‹ The trickster is aware of her existence
β—‹ The Drouge Lord puts a bounty on her head.
β—‹ She is forced to return to the imperial city.

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Distathia

Distathia by misssweetness821

A moderately sized town tucked away deep in the woods. The town has cobblestone streets, two-story buildings and lamps lit with fire. Aout 150 people live in the town.

Lothimidd

Lothimidd by misssweetness821

The Western Island of the World, covered in lush forests. Usually cool, with snow on occasion.

Distanthia Goddess Shrine

Distanthia Goddess Shrine by misssweetness821

One of many shrines scattered across the Land, this one is about an hours walk from Distanthia and the Sanctuary for the Lost and Forgotten Children.

Abyss

Abyss by misssweetness821

Home of the Gods

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Esme hums softly to herself and sways gently to her beat as light and smoke passes between her fingertips. She pressed her hands together and rubs them side to side before pulling them apart softly. The smoke swirls faster and faster between her hands, spiraling into a sphere that grows larger and larger between her palms until the smoke settles and a solid form remains. Esme chuckles as she admires her work, touching its surface and covering it in liquid magic. With one finger she dips past the blue oceans and pulls forth a large plot of dry terrain. The sphere shakes as the dust settles, leaving a brown, dull spot on her beautiful new toy. With the flick of her wrist, a wave of green flows across the plain brown spot. The gently dabs her fingers and pulls at the vegetation creating flowering meadows and little forests. In some places she stretches the land high to make mountains, in others, she dips low to create valleys. She grins as she waves her hands once more and the sphere begins to spin slowly in front of her.
"Big Brother, Big Brother," she calls out. The light around her pulsates as a deep voice responds, "yes little Esme, that is it?"
"Looky, looky!" she beams with excitement as she shows off her creation, "I'm not finished yet, I'm going to make some little ones too."
"It's beautiful," the voice replies, shining brightly on her and the sphere.
"May I have some of your ruin? I want to make them move."
"If you create them, I will make them move for you, little sister."

She dips her hands back into the oceans and pulls out some water, forming little figures, "I will call you Drougue. You will be nimble like these waters, able to slip through the cracks and deep into the land and powerful enough to wear away the soil below. You will look deeper and find beautiful things beneath the crust"
She gathers up some leaves from the meadows and spins them in her fingers, "You will be the Ivlisar, I want you to be intelligent and resourceful like these plants. With your knowledge you will create magnificent things from these plants I grew for you."
She scoops up some dirt and rolls it in her palms, "You shall be the Wight, strong and resilient like the land, able to build and raise life other than yourselves."
Big Brother beamed down on her creations and slowly they came to life. She places each tiny being on the land softly. The Drougue burrowed deep creating caves, the Ivlisar took to the shade of the forests, and the Wight sat in a large meadow.
"Big Brother, I want more," she whimpered.
He boomed from the abys, "Take a little from all three and I will give you a helper."
So, she took some water, some earth, and some flora and formed one more figure. Big brother reached out softly and touched its surface, a flame surrounded the figure and soon it too came to life. Esme screamed with joy, "Oh thank you Big Brother!" she exclaimed, holding the little man in her hands, "I will call you Mobeus"
The little man bows to her, "Then I shall be called Mobeus. How can I help you, Goddess Esme?"
She giggles at the title, "I like that, you should always call me Goddess!"
"As you wish, Goddess."
"Mobeus, I have a few of these creations on my toy here, but I want more! Can you help me cover the land in them?"
"As you wish Goddess," Mobeus responds. Soon he has filled and enchanted the entire sphere with her creations. Together they create more and more creatures to fill the ocean, cover the land, and circle in the sky.

"Esme!" an angry voice yells, his voice shaking Mobeus from her hands. He snatches the tiny man up and dangles him between his fingers.
"What do you want Zaticus?" Esme pouts, reaching for Mobeus. The boy lifts him higher and out of her reach.
"Give him back!" she pouts, "Big Brother made him for ME!"
Zaticus examines Mobeus, "Yeah, well maybe I want to play too."
Mobeus, dangling from the boy’s fingertips, "I was made to assist Esme and only Esme." Zaticus pinches Mobeus between his fingers, "I'm just as powerful as she is, maybe more. You will do as I command."
Mobeus remained silent as Esme launches her twin back "Give. Him. Back," she demands.
Doubling over in pain he glares at her, "Fine. Take your little toy," as he throws Mobeus hard onto the sphere. The impact breaks the Land she created apart into Three large pieces.
"Zaticus," Esme whines, "Look what you did!"
"Oh, I'm going to play, whether you want me to or not," he sneers as he steps away.

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The streets are quiet. Soft rain falls from the black abyss of a moonless night and down onto the winding cobblestone streets forming tiny, meandering rivers through the cracks and down toward the thick woods that encase the hidden town of Distathia. All but a few windows are dark, only the silhouettes of those who seek knowledge or who are drinking their sorrows away can be seen as their candlelight flickers and dances beside them. As the wind picks up the street lamps struggle to stay lit, battling the elements as their flames begin to distinguish.
With a bright flash of lightening the town is illuminated as brightly as if the sun shone upon it for a split second. Before the light fades away a shadow in the night is visible for just a moment, a small cloaked figure who moves invisibly through the night as the thunder shakes the sleeping town. Darkness returns and she disappears once more, the only proof of her existence being the light splashes of her boots as she dashed through the damp streets, the tails of her cloak trailing behind her in the night.
The door to the tavern flings open and she stops in her tracks, tucking herself behind a hay cart as the barkeep stumbles drunkenly through the door before turning his key in the lock and wobbling down the road away from her toward his home a few blocks away. She waits for him to take a few steps from the door before she moves from her hiding place, turning the corner and away from the old man, spitting in his direction before continuing her journey. Though the bar is stocked with enough spirits to make one joyous, her eye is on the bakery down the way. In just a few hours the old woman will be waking to begin to bake the days bread but plenty more delicious bites sit waiting for the taking. The girl sneaks up to the window, peering through the panes and into the dark kitchen. A fat tabby sleeps on the kneading table, it stretches its legs and rolls onto its back as she pushes a long rod through the gap in the window to raise the latch. It tremors in its sleep, kicking its paws, but does not wake. She climbs into the kitchen and drops to the floor silently.

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Within just a few minutes she fills her satchel with round loaves and long, hard baguettes from the days prior and slips back out the same window, leaving it open behind her. The puddles formed by her wet clothing and the gaping window are the only evidence of her visit as she runs through the darkness and out of town to the small abandoned alter tucked away in the forest.
A small path worn in the grass leads her to the forgotten monument to the Goddess. The pillars that once shined bright with gold have been stripped by the Ivlisar, leaving empty caverns in the crumbling rock. Vines grow wild, overcoming the temple in greenery and pulling its stones down piece by piece over time. What once served as a place of worship still serves as a sanctuary to the forgotten children of Distathia. As she moves deeper through the halls a light can be seen passing through the torn fabric in a doorway deep in the temple. As she steps through she is welcomed with a bevy of greetings as seven children run to relieve her of her satchel.

"Nina," a dark-haired boy cheers as he wraps his arms around her, "you're back!"
"Yes, Alywn," she coos, lifting him up into her arms as she pulls back her hood, touching her nose gently to his, "I brought you something special for helping me collect the milk today. Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a powdered sweet filled with fruit and hands it to him. He takes it greedily into his hands and takes a large bite. The purple filling squirts onto his face and sugar powders his nose, " Thank you," he says grinning, the word lost with the food in his mouth. She sets him down as watch as the children tear apart the bread and stuff it in their mouths hungrily. They range from three to eleven years of age. Urlitta is the youngest, a small blind girl with white hair and blue eyes. Alywn who is five and missing one of his eyes. Mirisa, who they believe to be four or five years herself, though she doesn't speak. Hamza, a very tall seven-year-old, who was abandoned purely because his parents could not feed themselves and him. Terak and Doyle, the newest members of their troop, twin boys who were found wandering the woods by the oldest, Magda, just a week prior. Nina found Magda bleeding in the streets after having been abused by her father, the drunken barkeep, five years ago. The barkeep and his wife assume she has been eaten by wild things, which serves them all better than her living there with them. It is not uncommon for children to be left in these woods by their parents now that the Ivlisar have steadily increased the taxes on the Wight people. Most families cannot afford to feed themselves and their babies. It is the way the Ivlisar have chosen to purge them from existence, leaving only those blessed by the King Naxxrimus to thrive.

Nina pulls the knot from her cloak, stripping the soaked wool from her shoulders and hangs it to dry, then peels her boots from her calves and places them near the fire. She takes her place with the children on the floor stroking her long, red braid in her fingertips. Though the rain had soaked her, her clothing has already dried before she sits by the flames. The twins curl up next to her resting their heads in her lap and rubbing their full stomachs, "You're always so warm," Doyle coos as snuggles closer to her, "How come you never get cold when it rains?" mumbles Terak as he too snuggles up to her.
"That's because she is blessed by the Goddess," a deep voice erupts from the hall. The children all perk up once again and run to the tall, handsome man that passes through the curtain.
"Welcome home Isias," Nina says as she rises to help him carry his haul. Isias is a strong man with dark hair, the leader of their little band of lost children. Nina helps him drag his cart in and begins examining the fabric and leathers from his trip, "I am not blessed," she replies dryly, "just hot-blooded."
Isias lifts Urlitta into his arms and growls playfully as he takes a bite from the roll she pushes toward his face, she giggles and growls back, taking another bite for herself. He kisses her softly on the nose and places her back down before he takes two quick steps toward Nina, wrapping his arms around her waste from behind and planting a kiss on her cheek as well, "Don't be silly," he murmurs softly into her ear, "Beauty like yours can only come from the Divine."
Nina blushes and swings at him playfully with a ream of fabric, "Stop it." He steals another kiss and spins away before he can hit her and plops down next to the fire as the children help pull his boots from his feet. She grabs the woolen blankets from the cart and lays them out over the hay pile the children share to sleep and ushers them to bed, "Alright little ones, it's time to rest." They whine in vain, rubbing their eyes and stretching their tired limbs before curling up together.
"Will you come sleep with us Nina," Magda asks, "it's so cold tonight," Mirisa nods in agreement, reaching out to her.
"I will join you soon darlings, now sleep," she replies, laying another blanket over them. Just a few moments pass before a symphony of soft snoring begins.

"It looks like you got quite a bit this time," she says glancing over to see Isias lifting his toes toward the warmth of the fire.
"Not as much as I would have liked," he muttered, "the old man was pretty tight with the coin this time around. I was sure I would have gotten way more for that goblet, but he knows there aren't many other places we can go to sell those particular pieces."
"Still," she replied as she examined the silk thread from the bottom of the cart, "the children need new clothes, and I can make more than enough with what you've brought back."
Isias leaps from his spot and snatches a small wooden box from Nina's hand before she can open it, "That's for someone very special," he says.
"Oh," Nina says coyly, " and who would that be?"
"The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, my heart, my love"
Nina blushes and looks up at him. Isias continues, "Why little Urlitta of course, should I wake her," he teases. Nina crossed her arms and stares at him blankly as he laughs. He reaches over and pulls her close, "It's for you of course," he whispers in her ear as he opens the box and pulls out a bright red stone dangling from a delicate gold chain. Nina gasps as it shines in the light of the fire, "Isias, you shouldn't have… you could have spent that on new boots or a horse even!" Though she is a little disappointed at his foolishness she can't help but admire its beauty, "Where did you get this?"
"Don't worry, I didn't spend anything on it. I found it in some rubble when I stopped to rest. Someone must have dropped it. Do you want me to put it on for you?"
She pulls away from him, "No. You should sell it. That could get you a horse, and you could go search for your father."
Isias places the gem back in the box and closes the lid, "Nina, it's been fifteen years. He probably isn't alive anymore. Even if he was, he would want me to stay here with the children and help keep them safe." She shakes her head. She knows that though he loves the children, he gave up on his search long ago because of his love for her, "Save it. They won't be children forever. Your father is alive, you will find him one day. If you had a horse you wouldn't have to drag this cart all the way to Ebonstar by yourself." Visibly discouraged he places the box back in the cart. She reaches over to him and takes his chin in her soft hands, "It is beautiful, thank you for thinking of me."
"Go sleep," he smiles, "I'll take first watch." Nina nods and kisses him on the cheek before joining the children in the hay pile. They all snuggle closer to her warm body as she gets comfortable and soon drifts off the sleep.

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As dawn breaks, Nina wakes and listens to the harmony of the children sleeping and the loud snoring of Isias. Without opening her eyes she knows that he has fallen asleep near the entrance to the sanctuary while on watch. Luckily for them, the temple is hidden and not visited often. She opens her eyes and crawls over the children, careful not to wake them. The fire has almost died out, leaving only smoldering cinders behind. Taking a log from the pile, she tossed it in, and it immediately grows larger, filling the room with warmth once more.
Isias sleeps with a spear across his lap, his feet stretched out in front of him, and his head hanging to one side. She taps Isias on the shoulder to wake him and he snorts in surprise, "Oh I - I must have fallen asleep," he stammers as he stretches his arms high above his head.
"Come on," she says helping him to his feet, "It's market day. I'll go collect the flowers. You watch the children." Donning her boots and her cloak she takes a basket from the corner and steps through the curtain and out of the temple, taking a worn path deeper into the forest.

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The morning light barely breaks through the canopy of leaves high above her, but she knows the way without the aid of the sun. The forest is filled with tall, lush trees all standing parallel to each other. Beneath her feet lies a blanket of moss the reaches up to cover the roots and trunks all around her and the trickling of the river guides her to the flowering meadow. She stops at the water's edge to take a sip, looking up into the branches of a low hanging willow. This was the first place she met Isias and his father all those years ago. Though her memories of the time before she knew them have faded away, she does remember the feel of the bark on her toes as she climbed up into that tree to rest. They had stopped to drink just as she had now, having been hunting all day together.
Isias and his father had very similar traits, he too was a handsome, strong man.
When they found her they seemed shocked by her image, her red hair was long, even then. Her hazel eyes shined like gold, and her ears came to a long point.
"What is that?" she remembers young Isias asking his father, pointing up to her as she spied on them from the branches above. They both moved closer, gazing at her curiously.
"It's okay," Isias' father said softly as she began the climb, "I'm not going to hurt you." He sat with her, looking her over, "You're not a Wight, nor or you an Ivlisar… certainly not a Drougue." As he reached out to her, she pulled away from him, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall from the tree.
"Hey hey," he exclaimed as he caught himself, "Come on down, it's not safe out here." He reached out to her once more, taking her small, trembling hand into his. Immediately he withdrew from her touch, shoving his fingers into his mouth to soothe the burning sensation form her touch. Confused, she reached out to her once more, this time feeling only a noticeable warmth on her skin. "That's odd," she heard him mutter as he lowered her down, then jumped down himself. Isias immediately took her hand in his and smiled his toothy grin, "Hi, I am Isias! What's your name?" Nina didn't speak then, only looked him over with curiosity, "That's okay you don't have to tell me. Why are your ears so pointy? Where is your family?"
"Isias, leave the poor girl alone," his father commanded as he gathered their haul for the day onto his back, "We will take her back with us and get her cleaned up. You'll let her sleep in your bed tonight and you can come and sleep with me." He turned to her, "Does that sound Okay?"
Nina nodded gently, her stomach growled violently. "Oh!" Isias said, reaching into his pack and pulling out a piece of bread and a wedge of cheese, "Are you hungry?" Looking back she feels a little shameful for how greedily she ate all of his food, but they very kind about it. Isias held her hand all the way back to Distathia. "Since you can't tell me your name yet, I am going to call you Nina," he said as they walked. She was no older than four, he was five years older than she. Having no memory of where she came from, she nodded silently in agreement. After a few months, their friendship grew and his father became a father-figure to her as well. They fed her, gave her a bed in their home, and brought her to market day with them. They lived together as a family for a year after they found her until the Drougue invaded Distathia.

Nina shook the memories from her focus and stood, collecting her basket and continuing past to the meadow where Dawn's Roses bloomed in plenty. Looking up to the sky she hastened her pace. If they were not plucked soon they would close once more and would be worthless to sell at Market. The meadow was not far and as she stepped through the wall of trees she was struck by the beauty of the brilliant, white roses. The field was covered in the flowers, that only opened once a day before dawn, and closed one the sun shined over the treetops. Quickly she gathered as many as would fit in her basket and watched as they all began to curl back up for another day.

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After an hours walk, they could hear the bustle of Market Day as vendors from the surrounding farms gathered to sell their wares. The streets were filled with Wight and Ivlisar who all chatted and examined various fruits and livestock available for purchase. The children grew excited as they drew near.
"Alright boys," Isias said, "you know what to do. If you get anything good, bring it back to me." With a quick kiss, her took the boys deep into the bustle, their little fingers eager to dip into the pockets of the unsuspecting Ivlisar. Nina and Mirisa made their way into the center of the square to sell the Dawn's Roses, who were frozen in their blooming states. When they found the perfect spot Nina dropped down and handed the basket over to Mirisa, "Alright beautiful, you know what to do," and smiled, pinching her cheeks with her fingers and taking a seat next a fountain to watch.

"Oh, how pretty," an elder Ivlisar said, crouching down to Mirisa and touching the white flower with her fingertips. She handed over a coin and Mirisa removed a rose from the basket, handing it over. She smiled softly and returned to Nina's side. The trap was set.

Dawn's Roses are a key ingredient in an elixir only used by wealthy Ivlisar to maintain their beauty and youth. In addition, they are very easily spotted in a crowd. Nina retrieved the coin from Mirisa and handed her another rose, then peered through the crowd to catch Isias' eye and gave him a quick nod. After the first rose sold more and more of the wealthy came to purchase them from little Mirisa, who silently smiled and took their coin. Nina kept back, instinctually touching her ears through her cloak, ensuring that their tips were always covered and watched as the boys made their way underfoot, targeting those who carried the white flowers. They weaved through legs and stealthily dipped their little hands into pockets and baskets taking anything they could get their hands on and disappear back into the crowd. Isias walked about, his short sword hidden beneath his cloak, to ensure that the children stayed safe. When their own little pockets were full they would run back to him and empty their haul into his satchel. The boys loved their game and had become very good. Tarek and Doyle were still quite new to the group but had picked up the skill quickly. Now that he was older and could no longer move as undetected, Hamza used his charm to distract young women and his physical prowess to strike up a conversation with the men, creating perfect little diversions for his brothers. As usual this went on for hours, the more roses sold, the more pockets were picked, the heavier the satchel grew.

Then the ground began to shake. Nina's ear perked to the south as she locked eyes with Isias. They knew the sound all too well. The Drougue were coming. Fear grew in the town square as the Wight and Forrest Ivlisar began to pack up whatever they could and ran, leaving behind carts and livestock. What was a peaceful market day was drenched in panic, "Mirisa, let's go," Nina shouted taking her quickly by the hand and rushing to Isias' side. Hamza and Doyle stood with him, but Tarek was nowhere to be seen. With everyone running about in panic he was impossible to spot, "Tarek!" they shouted. The shaking of the earth intensified as hundreds of Drougue approached, breaking through the forest line.
Isias removed his satchel and shoved it into Nina's arms, "Go," he shouted, "Take the children and go, I will find Tarek, I'll be right behind you" Doyle sobbed, "Where are you, brother?" The army moved quickly toward them and Nina herded the children away and toward the sanctuary. She stopped at the edge of town, "Hamza," she said sternly, looping the satchel over his head and pushing Mirisa's hand into his, "Take Doyle and Mirisa back, I'm going help Isias find Tarek." He took both firmly by the hand as they pulled away from him, Mirisa reaching out to her and crying, Doyle sobbing harder than before, "Nina, don't go," he cried. She crouched down and looked them sternly in the eye, "I need you to be brave, listen to Hamza, follow the path. When you get there barricade the door and extinguish the fire. You need to hide. I will come back with Tarek, I promise." She pulled a dagger from her waist and turned to run back into town as Hamza dragged them back through the forest.

"Tarek," she shouted, weaving through the panic as the Drougue began flooding the streets, snatching up Wight men and boys and tossing them into a large cage, "Tarek!" Isias spotted her and a look of horror overcame him, "I told you to go with the children," he snapped. Drougue surrounded them, "I'm a woman, they won't take me. GO! I will find him." Isias looked her in the eyes, "No, I won't leave you." Before she could respond they heard him, "Nina, Isias! Help," little Tarek shouted as he was lifted by his hair by an ugly drougue with a curved blade. They watched as he was flung into a cage filled with men, their hands shaking the bars as they cried out to their wives and children.
"No," Nina gasped, lurching toward him. Isias grabbed her wrist, his skin searing as her blood boiled. He winced, "Nina we will save him. You go around, I'll distract him." He ran toward the drogue and lifted his blade high, the monster laughed blocking the blow with his own, kicking Isias back. Nina ran as fast as she could, around the tavern to sneak up behind the cage. Tarek met her in the corner, "Nina, I'm so sorry," he stammered, tears running down his cheeks. "Shhh," she hushed him, "I'm going to get you out of here," she said, using her blade to saw away at the ropes binding the side of the cage. It took so long to get through, seconds felt like hours as she watched Isias fight with the guard. He was strong, but the drougue are massive creatures who move rock and live in the mines, he was no match. She sawed and sawed at the ropes, the men trapped inside helping push the panel. The ropes snapped and the wall fell, she snatched Tarek and looked up to Isias. He smiled when he saw that she was successful but let his guard down, then with a final blow, the drougue pushed his blade into Isias' chest. His smile was replaced with shock as blood poured from his lips, Nina screamed and dropped to her knees, clutching Tarek in her arms. The men in the cage poured out and pulled at her shoulders, "Thank you, but they're coming, you need to run. Now!" The drougue noticed the cage began to fall apart and started to swarm around them. Nina stood with tears rolling down her cheeks, clutching Tarek to her chest to block his view and ran without looking back to see Isias fall lifelessly to the ground. She ducked a blade swinging for her head and spun around its wielder. Her feet pounded the ground as she ran, the distance between her and the army growing larger and larger until she broke through the tree line. Tarek cried in her arms, "Nina, stop please, you're hurting me," he wailed. For a moment she stopped, setting his feet down and looking him over, a large blister formed on his face where he was pressed against her, "I'm so sorry Tarek," she cried, calming herself down, "but we need to run, can you do that?" He nodded, the salty tears stinging him wound, "I'll put something on it when we get back, but we need to go now." She took his hand and they ran together, through the forest and back to the sanctuary.

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Distathia

Distathia by misssweetness821

A moderately sized town tucked away deep in the woods. The town has cobblestone streets, two-story buildings and lamps lit with fire. Aout 150 people live in the town.

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Lothimidd by misssweetness821

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Distanthia Goddess Shrine by misssweetness821

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Character Portrait: Nina Xalvadora
Character Portrait: Galyvn Acelilath
Character Portrait: Isias Daue
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The Lost Children

The seven orphans that live in the sanctuary

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Isias Daue

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The King of Liars, The Trickster

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Big Brother

Stronger than both Esme & Zaticus. Bringer of Light and Fire

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The Lost Children

The seven orphans that live in the sanctuary

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Mobeus

Created by Big Brother, Helper to Esme

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Isias Daue

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Big Brother

Stronger than both Esme & Zaticus. Bringer of Light and Fire

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Esme

Goddess

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Zaticus

The King of Liars, The Trickster

Character Portrait: Mobeus
Mobeus

Created by Big Brother, Helper to Esme

Character Portrait: The Lost Children
The Lost Children

The seven orphans that live in the sanctuary

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Isias Daue

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Distathia

Distathia by misssweetness821

A moderately sized town tucked away deep in the woods. The town has cobblestone streets, two-story buildings and lamps lit with fire. Aout 150 people live in the town.

Lothimidd

Lothimidd by misssweetness821

The Western Island of the World, covered in lush forests. Usually cool, with snow on occasion.

Distanthia Goddess Shrine

Distanthia Goddess Shrine by misssweetness821

One of many shrines scattered across the Land, this one is about an hours walk from Distanthia and the Sanctuary for the Lost and Forgotten Children.

Abyss

Abyss by misssweetness821

Home of the Gods

Distathia

A moderately sized town tucked away deep in the woods. The town has cobblestone streets, two-story buildings and lamps lit with fire. Aout 150 people live in the town.

Lothimidd

The Western Island of the World, covered in lush forests. Usually cool, with snow on occasion.

Distanthia Goddess Shrine

One of many shrines scattered across the Land, this one is about an hours walk from Distanthia and the Sanctuary for the Lost and Forgotten Children.

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As you guys can see, I first started working on this story four years ago. It has been a notepad on my computer since then, collecting notes and ideas for scenes and dialogue. It is still a work in progress and I would like any criticism or suggestions.
I would especially appreciate any help with my more action-packed scenes, writing about fighting or battles has never been my strong suit. 'Thanks in advance!

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