Amaya
07-29-10, 05:27 AM
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Amaya was sat slouched up against a wall, feeling disheartened. She had concluded that Knife’s Edge was unlike anywhere she had ever been before and it would take weeks, perhaps even months to find the answers she was searching for, or instead to find that it had all been another wasted effort. After discovering just how hard her task was going be she was now in a foul mood. She flicked through the pages of her grimoire impatentially as a way to clear her head before she continued. Each page was full of painful reminders of the past, the present and the future. They contained memories of her lessons and anticipation of what would have been to come. Her magic was still improving, but with out a teacher or mentor of any kind, any fast progress was out of the question. Instead of getting better each and every day and working towards her goals, her life had been ground to halt, frozen in her current state unable to move on or look back. Her family were still alive last time she checked but she could not bring herself to face them until she was strong enough to protect them. She sighed to her self and shut the book, her eyes more eager to survey her surroundings.
‘I’m beginning to hate this place’ she thought to herself bitterly, looking around. She disliked the layout for one, usually cities were divided by classes, making them easy to navigate but here they were all mixed up and she never knew what to expect when she turned a corner. Even the map she had purchased earlier didn’t seem to offer much help, the various areas in the city, it all looked the same to her. She was currently somewhere in the cities outskirts by one of the more run down areas, wooden shacks were homes and the area lacked life and colour, giving it a desolate feel despite the energy and livliness of the city. Although she was grateful to have found somewhere quiet to think. In fact too quiet until she heard footsteps.
Amaya saw someone approaching and her right hand instinctively rested on the dagger tucked into her belt.
Amaya was sat slouched up against a wall, feeling disheartened. She had concluded that Knife’s Edge was unlike anywhere she had ever been before and it would take weeks, perhaps even months to find the answers she was searching for, or instead to find that it had all been another wasted effort. After discovering just how hard her task was going be she was now in a foul mood. She flicked through the pages of her grimoire impatentially as a way to clear her head before she continued. Each page was full of painful reminders of the past, the present and the future. They contained memories of her lessons and anticipation of what would have been to come. Her magic was still improving, but with out a teacher or mentor of any kind, any fast progress was out of the question. Instead of getting better each and every day and working towards her goals, her life had been ground to halt, frozen in her current state unable to move on or look back. Her family were still alive last time she checked but she could not bring herself to face them until she was strong enough to protect them. She sighed to her self and shut the book, her eyes more eager to survey her surroundings.
‘I’m beginning to hate this place’ she thought to herself bitterly, looking around. She disliked the layout for one, usually cities were divided by classes, making them easy to navigate but here they were all mixed up and she never knew what to expect when she turned a corner. Even the map she had purchased earlier didn’t seem to offer much help, the various areas in the city, it all looked the same to her. She was currently somewhere in the cities outskirts by one of the more run down areas, wooden shacks were homes and the area lacked life and colour, giving it a desolate feel despite the energy and livliness of the city. Although she was grateful to have found somewhere quiet to think. In fact too quiet until she heard footsteps.
Amaya saw someone approaching and her right hand instinctively rested on the dagger tucked into her belt.