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Far in the Eastern Plains, there was a village, a very poor, but happy village. For soon there was a birth, a birth that even the people could sense would change everything. After hours and hours of labor, screams and pants, everything went quiet and the crying of twins could be heard. The people celebrated the birth of the raven haired twins; Judar and Najya.
The villagers quickly woven two necklaces with the babes names and placed them on the babies. Then they celebrated throughout the night; their joy filling the air….but what they didn't know was that they would never see the rising sun.
In the distance, was a group of magicians and their followers. But, these people are not good; they are surrounded with black Rukh, Rukh of the Fallen. "I sense that the Magi is in this village", said one of the magicians.
"Massacare the village, then take the Magi", replied the leader. Grinning wildly, the magician gathers the others and went throughout the village slaying everyone and igniting the houses. When they found the Magi, they were surprised to see another baby lying with it. "I can't sense any Rukh off of the girl, but the boy is surrounded by the white Rukh." said one of the magicians who was bathed in blood.
When the leader walked in, he spotted that baby boy, "This one will give us all the magoi we will need, but we will make sure he becomes a fallen one at ANY means necessary."he said.
"what about the girl", the follow said.
"Leave her. She will die eventually. Let's go", ordered the leader. All the magicians slowly left the house, all but one.
Staring at the baby girl, she picks up the necklace, "Najya. What a beautiful name. Here's what I'm going to do, Najya. I'm going to cast a spell. A spell that will allow you to survive for 6 years without substance. You will grow as though you are fed properly. By then, hopefully someone will find you. The spell will also break once you are able to feed your self. ...You remind me of my own child. He never did cry when he was born. Goodbye, Najya". The magician then cast the spell and turned to leave.
At the door, she glanced back once more and was surprised. There was Najya, staring back with the look of understanding and smiled to the magician, "Live Najya! Live to grown big and strong, and pray never to be ensnared by Al Thamen!", then she left.
A year came and went and no one came to the village. Near by villages believed that it was cursed and that anyone who step foot in that village would curse their own. They also believed it was hunted, every so often, you could hear the cries of a child. Little did they know, it was because of these rumors, that no one has found the little raven-haired girl.
During this year, the child was greeted with all kinds of Rukh, one of every color. They taught her how to walk and how to speak their language. Najya tried like no other child has tried; she understood more than the average 3 year old. Her mind wasn't the only thing that grew; her physical strength was exponential for a year old baby.
Already could she walk, jump, and run; guided by the Rukh. Three more years passed, and the Rukh are teaching young Najya to hunt and to grow food. They form themselves into hunting weapons and allow her to practice on burn pieces of wood. At the end of the 5th year, Najya's hunt was successful, as well as her crops and she ate her first meal.
Far away, deep within the Kou empire, a witch shot up in her slumber. Her spell was broken before the 6th year. "Good luck, Najya."
AN: Hey everybody. Thank you for reading my story today. It means a lot to me to see people read my stories. It means even more when y'all review, so please review. I need it. Once again thank you. Please check my other story My World, which I will be updating soon.