Sorry but I can't figure out what to do with my other stories... Enjoy this in the mean-time!
Special thanks to AshCollector for helping with with editing~
Elizabeta rubbed her eyes as she woke up. Today was the day that she was to be named, in other words, what she is to be in the future. She hoped that she could spend her life in the midst of battle, against what her grandmother wanted. This she could not help, the excitement of battling was what she longed for the most.
The brunette (?) got up, stretched and put on her clothes for the day, which didn't look much different from the rest of the clothes in her drawer. Her grandmother noticed as she opened the door, and reminded her, "Don't forget to bring back milk before you are named." Elizabeta nodded and told her a quick "Okay!" and "Bye!" and she ran out of the house. The girl then stopped closed her eyes, embracing the light wind and mild temperature of the village in which she lived. This, to her, was the second best feeling in the world; second of course, to fighting. But then she remembered that she forgot something. She quickly thought to herself, 'The milk jug!', immediately afterwards running back into the house, grabbed the jug and ran back out again; slightly embarrassed that she forgot about it.
As she walked eastwards of her village, she chatted with the citizens she encountered. They were all very friendly, as usual. This sometimes confused the girl. 'Why do we have wars if people are so friendly to one another? Is it that we're only friendly to the people of our hometown, or is it something else?' The thought was a common one. After standing there at the edge of town for a while, trying to think of the reason for her questions, she continued towards her destination.
R&R Please~