Snippet #1999077

Alara was practicing her martial arts. That's what she did everyday around this time. She was the best fighter in all of her sisters. However... her brother, Lucas Pride, said he was the best. How dare he say that? He hasn't even fought her yet? Alara was the best of course. And once the sisters reclaimed their kingdom, she would challenge him to a duel.

Of course, it would be rude to challenge him now. She was at the mercy of his hospitality of course. But later, when they no longer lived together, Alara would challenge him, and beat him. Then she would be the best. The sun was hot though, so Alara Pride took a little brake. She sat in the shade of a large maple tree and took a sip of water. The cold liquid felt amazing as it ran down her parched throat. Next she would go practice her musical instuments. Some of her sisters said she didn't have a life, however, Alara believed this was a better life than partying all the time. What kind of a life was that? Parties were for simpltons that had no ambition in life.

She would have to take a shower first though, the weather was hot and she was very sticky with sweat. A good, successful work out. The blond nodded proudly. Then she went to her room to take a shower. The freezing water felt amazing on her sore body and reluctantly stepped out. She put on a pink kimono and started walking down the halls. She was hungry but she couldn't remember where the kitchen was. Well... she would find it eventually. There was no need to ask someone for help.