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[natures-daughter]

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1-The Beginning
2-An Unfortunate Encounter

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Ayra waited patiently for prey to cross her path. She would be thrilled even if a field mouse scurried past her. She refused to go back to family empty handed. Since Wiron was working in the mines for some spare money Ayra would be the one having to hunt for them. Wiron was her older brother, and since their father past years ago, he brought home the meals. He taught her everything she knew. How to hunt and how to fight. She also had a little sister who was only three who she loved dearly.
Ayra made her way threw the dense forest, her sword sheath bumping against her hip and a dagger in her boot, she kept her arrow notched. You couldn't be too careful these days. With that group of bandits running loose all over the land of Segalesa, she kept her sword close and her bow strung. They killed on sight and ran sacked any town they pleased. Any soldiers the king sent out to hunt them down where never found again. Crossing their path would be deadly.
A twig snapped and Ayra turned instantly. A rabbit slowly crept across the leaves. Ayra kept poised and alert and slowly raised her bow, pulling back the string. In one swift motion, the rabbit was dead and in her burlap bag. She cleaned the blood from the arrow with a ragged cloth she kept with her. It was about time she caught something today she was getting really worried.
Ayra made her back to the edge of the woods and greeted her horse Selfire with a bright smile. Selfire let out a content snort seeing her and nudged Ayra with his nose.
"Don't worry, we're going home." Ayra assured him. It was getting dark and it would take at least two hours to get out of the woods and back home. Ayra's village, Deon, was barren and no place to hunt. Hardly anyone could afford the butchers prices so you had to find your own meat. On good days Ayra could sell to the butcher and but the things her family needed. The village had one dusty well that had very little water. It wasn't a good way of living but it worked and Ayra didn't complain.
Once Ayra and Selfire had gotten to the village it was dark and the dirt roads were empty. The small shops were closed and almost everyone was in there houses at this hour. Ayra slowed Selfire from a trot to a walk when she saw the small wooden house that she lived in. Smoke lifted from the chimney and she jumped off Selfire and put him in the small stable next to the house.
The moment Ayra walked into the house, warmth welcomed her with open arms. Her mother had a fire going and Ayra was thrilled to see Wiron's soot covered boots sitting neatly next to the door. He always came home when When she was long asleep and slept when she was home.
Ayra breathed in the air. The whole house seemed to be moving. The kitten Ayra had found on the street last week, Titan, ran across the wooden floor excitedly. Her sister, Rose, played with her doll. Mother was boiling a pot of herbs for whatever meat I caught over the fire and Wiron was talking with her. His expression was grave as was her mothers. Ayra's slight smile faded and she made her way over to them.
"What's going on?" Ayra asked concerned. Wiron looked up at her and sighed, brushing some hair from his eyes. Something was very wrong.
"Hi sweet heart, we were just talking." Her mother answered her, looking more worried than Ayra had ever seen her.
"What about? Ayra continued, setting the burlap bag on the table which her brother took to skin the animal.
"It's nothing Ayra, I'll tell you later." Her brother interrupted.
"But I want to know right now."
"You don't need to just now."
"Well it seems important!"
"Fine!" Wiron set down the knife he was using down with force. He sighed frustrated and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me. "Breal was destroyed by those bandits last night. Word was given to me by a couple of travelers who stopped there to get supplies." Wiron murmured gravely. Shock rippled through Ayra with the news. Breal was very close to Deon so it would be very likely those brutes would be here next.
"Where there any survivors?" Ayra asked nervously, only sometimes did someones village was ransacked and they lived to tell the tale. Wiron sighed and shook his head. I clutched the handle of my sword tightly.
"I wont let anything happen to this family. We should leave, go to another village before they come." Ayra stated, she started to mentally plan everything out to get of that village. Wiron chuckled at her and placed his large hand on her her shoulder.
"Calm down little sister, I appreciate your determination to keep us safe but you know mothers in no condition to travel a long distance. Plus we only have two horses. Where do you think we would even go?" Wiron had made Ayra's confidence get heavy.
"I'm not little anymore, Wiron. And I could walk along side Selfire while mother and Rose ride!" Ayra challenged enthusiastically.
"And if we were to be chased down? You know that group doesn't like to let people escape from their grasp." Wiron countered.
"You make it seem like all hope is lost." Ayra sighed, sitting down on the wooden chair.
"But hope isn't lost, Ayra. We could flee if it was necessary. But you and I will stay and fight with the rest of the men." Wiron smiled slightly. Ayra just sighed and looked down at her worn down boots.
"Yeah, like they'll let me fight." She murmured, drawing circles with her finger around the swords handle. Every man in Segalesa seemed to be so sexist against women. Anytime she walked through the village with her weapons like everyone else some brutes always yelled for her to take off those weapons and get in the kitchen or that hunting was a mans job, not a little girls. She wasn't an adult yet but she would be in a few months. So they continued to call her a little girl. Wiron sighed and pulled up a chair next to her. Their mother had already left the kitchen to check on Rose.
"Just ignore them, Ayra. You are capable of things much greater than any of them. You are the best fighter I know. You can knock a man down with one blow! That sword is just something you use easy as a child's toy!" Wiron's comments made Ayra more confident yet she still had her doubts.
"I'm going to stay home tomorrow, I'm not leaving them alone here." Ayra glanced over and Rose and her mother. They would be helpless here without her.
"No, you must hunt. Everything will be fine. When you get back home tomorrow, everything will be fine. You'll eat dinner then go to sleep before you wake up to another day." Wiron waited until Ayra nodded until he hugged her and got up to finish skinning the rabbit she caught.

[jinixe]

Reminds Me of The hunger games x3

[DoctorWhoCrazy]

Great! I thought it would be like the hunger games when I read about the sister, and hunting, and mines, but I soon realised they're completely different!

[Charias]

This is really good! I just have one bit of advice: at a few points in the story it changes from third person to first, so you just need to change the 'I' to she. Other than that, it's a great story.

[natures-daughter]

Oh dang, I didn't even notice that. Thank you for letting me know. My other story is in first person so that's probably where I messed up.

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The next morning was like any other for Ayra. She woke up, dressed herself in dark colored pants that hugged her thighs, a brown lace up bodice with long tan sleeves, and knee high leather boots. She then helped her mother with cleaning, which she loathed entirely. After cleaning she cared for Selfire then saddled him up to go hunting.
A good wooded area that Ayra could hunt in was two miles away from her village. Once she got to the woods edge, she had to tie up Selfire where he would be hidden and walk of foot fora half mile to get to where the animals where. It was late afternoon and the sun beamed down harshly at Ayra through the clearings. A bead of sweat formed on her brow but she instantly wiped it away the rolled up her sleeves.
For the first hour, Ayra had caught nothing. She did find fresh deer tracks which seemed promising. If she caught a deer there would be enough to both sell to the butcher and take home for dinner. Ayra tracked the deer a mile only to be stopped at a river bend and the tracks ended.
"No." She sighed, frustrated. She loosened her hold on the bow and held the roughly crafted arrow in her hand. She had started to make her own when she started to loose the ones her mother bought her for her last birthday. They weren't as swift or as beautifully crafted as those were but the worked. With another sigh, Ayra notched her arrow again and continued to silently walk through the wooded area.
It took awhile, and a keen eye but finally by nightfall Ayra had caught two squirrels and a rabbit. She planned to sell the rabbit because the butcher seemed to pay more for those than the squirrels. Worry engulfed her as she made her long walk back to Selfire. With the news she had gotten last night, it worried her that she had been away from home for such a long time. The moment she saw Selfire, the great horse whinnied. He seemed as anxious to leave as Ayra was.
Arya calmed him and tied the burlap bag with the game on his saddle bags, pulling out her dark green cloak with beautiful stitching embroidered on it. While she tied the two strings together to keep it on, a shadow of a man hobbled from the darkness.
Ayra was puzzled why anyone would be here besides herself. She squinted her blue eyes to get a better look at him. She became hostile the moment she saw the dagger in his hand, blood dripping from the tip. She pulled her sword from it's sheath and held it in front of her.
"Who are you?" She demanded. There was no answer. When he got closer to her she noticed that she recognized him. He was the old beggar who always sat by the seamstresses shop. Only now, his arms were burnt badly and blood was pouring from a wound.
"Run young lass, while you still can." The old mans voice was muffled. With that, he fell to his knees and then on his stomach. Startled, Ayra quickly put the sword back in it's sheath and ran over to him. She checked for a sign of life but there was none. Horror overcame her. Ayra instantly made her was back to Selfire and rose as quickly as she could back to Deon.
Smoke and an orange glow brightly lit the sky right under Deon. This isn't happening. They'll be fine, everything will be fine. Just like Wiron told me. As she rode into the village, Ayra's hopes were quickly diminished. The whole village was a wreck. One shop was completely on fire and blood and bodies of what was once live people scattered the dirt ground. She found herself searching the faces for her family but relived to find none.
Ayra quickly made her way back to her home and found the door broke down. She unsheathed her sword and jumped off of Selfire, running into the house. The moment she entered the kitchen, poised and ready for an attacker, she found the small crippled body of her mother. She had blood all over her. It looked as if they stabbed her three times. Then her sister. She had barely begun to live. Tears filled her eyes seeing their corpses. Ayra fell to her knees and tucked a few strands of hair behind her mothers ear.
Ayra instantly stood remember not seeing her brothers body. She grabbed her sword once again and ran through the small house in search. Once her got to her own room, she noticed the small kitten cowering underneath the bed. Rose would have wanted me to save her, so I will. Ayra picked up the shivering kitten and held her close to her, underneath the cloak.
With the rest of the house checked and no sign of her brother, Ayra gave up looking here. She knew she couldn't stay in Deon either. She grabbed a travel bag that would attach to Selfire's saddle and packed it with some clothes, bread, cheese, a couple of apples, and a canteen full of water. She was about to leave but something stopped her. The moonlight reflected off something in her mothers hand and into her eyes. Ayra knelt down and pulled out a necklace with a silver metal circle and strange engravings on it. At first she didn't recognize it but then remembered her father always wore it. Her mother obviously meant for her to have it. Ayra clutched it tightly before leaving her home.
Once Selfire was all packed up with her things she thought of one last place to look for her lost brother. She quickly set the kitten in the saddlebag with her blanket and a piece of cheese. She mewed in protest but stopped once the leather top closed.
Before leaving Deon, she checked the mines for her brother. A few bodies scattered the sooty ground but everyone else must have fled. So her brother was completely missing. Wiron was the last of her family left, so she was detemindto save him.

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[jinixe]

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Wiron Ish My Favorite!
Dun Die!!!~
Please don't kill him Dx