"We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another." ― Veronica Roth, Divergent
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Not everything about the chant of light is actual truth and history is rarely all truth. It is said that Andraste had several children while in another it is said she had only two while three belonged to another woman but adopted them as her own. No one is quite certain what is fact and what is fiction.
Only one person knows the truth.
But she, disappeared from the world she was born into.
Andraste did have children but they were all mortal, born of flesh and blood of man. However, there was one child who was born of something else, born not of man but of the Maker himself.
The story goes that Andraste was saddened one day that she had not a child of her husband but many of her mortal one for whom she did not love. The Maker, hearing her cries of sadness, blessed her with a child. He said, 'go to the place where you first laid eyes upon me, drink from the lake in which we bathed in, and taken in all that I am.' Being a faithful wife to him she did as she was told too. Within a matter of day she belly swelled with a child who would shape the world.
But this child would not see her home for long.
Andraste, betrayed by her mortal husband, knew her time was ending. With her friend, Shartan at her side, they opened a portal to another world. Andraste decided that if anyone were to survive it would be her most precious gift from her husband.
"My lady we must hurry!" Shartan spoke to his dear friend. Tears ran down the woman's face as she kissed her child good-bye.
"Forgive me my child. I wish to give you a world where you will be loved but it is not here. You will return home one day and I promise you that you will shake the ground you walk on. I love you, so much." Andraste placed a necklace around the child's blanket and handed her child off to a woman who nodded before stepping through a mirror of Eluvian. Once they were through Shartan when took up a sword and smashed the mirror to pieces.
"Good-bye my daughter." Andraste whispered to the wind as the doors burst open and she was taken to her death.
No one knows where the child went or if she is still alive today.
Fate is unexpected, unknowing, and mysterious in all forms.
Andraste's promise to her daughter will not be short-lived.
It will be fulfilled.
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(Our world, present day)
It was a dumb stupid move and yet I regret nothing at all.
I was so sick and tired of watching from the sidelines, ignoring the pain of others to mind my business to hide my secret. I was always told never to show anyone for the fear of being hunted, and just like the other one, shunned from the rest of this small town of ours. My family has always been quiet and people respected that but now I was about to break that quiet. All because I was sick from watching people get stepped on by the assholes in this damn town.
My friends told me that I would put myself in danger, that it would cost me but I didn't listen to them.
I couldn't sit by any longer.
That was not how I was raised.
I woke up like always, startled from the recurring dream of the woman dressed in all white with a golden crown on her head and a soft smile on her face. Ever since I turned sixteen that woman has visited my dreams. In some way she is there, keeping my nightmare from plaguing my dreams for too long. I would sigh, get dressed and ready for another day off boring college life before heading out the door where my friends since fifth grade were waiting.
"How's it going shortie?" Eric Angel, a year older than me boy with black hair like my own with green eyes like ivy. The envy of man alike and a heart breaker to women...ha, too bad he doesn't bend like that for he roots for the other team.
"Don't call shortie. Short people have near perfect aim ass. I know where to aim." I shot back but an arm wrapped around my shoulders to block me from backing up my threat.
"Now, now Aleera, retract those just manicured nails of yours and let's get moving. I don't want to be late for class again." Amanda Stone, same age as me woman with blue dyed hair and dark brown eyes said with a mother like smile. Her taste in style is one to question but her attitude always back herself up when questioned. The hair dye is from Halloween and it has yet to come out. The box lied.
"Goody-goody." I muttered and got an ear flick for an answer. We laughed and talked on our way to college but managed to get side tracked by some unwanted diversions.
Namely, James Rookery. Biggest asshole you'd ever meet in this small college town in the middle of no where.
"Hey! That's enough!" I shouted, pulling the man away from the person beneath his fists. The man stumbled like a child who lost his footing; face red with anger and yet his eyes shone with enjoyment of the pain he was inflicting. "What's the matter with you? Why don't you pick on someone who fights back?!" I shouted at him. I felt the eyes of the watchers, uncertain what the man might do. My friends looked on as well with frowns on their faces.
Always older and wiser.
Knowing everything about anything.
Keeping me away from stupid mistakes like this...
No, not a mistake.
A damn good reason for standing up.
"Move out of my way Aleera! This does not concern you!" The man shouted and I laughed.
"Of course it does you moron! I've watched you for months now, picking on someone whose weaker than you and I cannot stand by it any longer. I will not be one of those who will be silenced because they are too afraid to speak." I held my ground and my eyes were like steel. "I will not stand stand by any longer." The man faltered. My friends said my look was deadly. I just had this way with people that made them love me for being soft or hated me for being cold as ice.
My mother had the same gift.
She did before she died.
I never knew my real parents. I was adopted by a family who couldn't have children of their own so, being a baby, I was easy to pick. My foster parents were like any normal parent. Supporting, a little bit over-protective, loving, and to top it all off; they're a little weird. When I was old enough they told me the truth. My mother died when she had me and my dad was a no show. I didn't even want to meet him or know if he was alive or not. All the family I need is right here. Nothing else really matters.
"Last time Aleera, fuck off." James warned but I stood my ground.
"Not a chance." I said and before I knew it I was falling. The ground disappeared from under my feet and I was free-falling. I didn't see the sign saying that said the part of the bridge was being worked on and I didn't even notice that James angled me so that my way was against the opening towards the river. All I heard was a scream and next thing I knew I was underwater, gasping for anything only to panic when I felt nothing.
The dark crept closer, chilling my bones forcing my eyes to close. This was not how my life was supposed to end but I regret nothing. I was raised to stand up and speak loud. As Teddy Roosevelt said, 'Speak softly and carry a big stick.'
I guess my stick wasn't give enough.
"Aleera..."
Wha...a voice? From where?
"Come home Aleera..."
The voice seemed so soft and warm. Where is it coming from?
"Follow my voice. Come home."
A bright light erupted from behind my eyes and I felt myself become weightless rather than feeling heavy. I had this feeling of feathers against my skin as I felt myself being lifted into a place unknown.
Never regret your life.
It may just end in an unexpected way.
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Authors Note:
So, my dear readers, I will leave this complete for now but if anyone wants me to continue, liking my idea behind Andraste's daughter then please leave a review. If you have any suggestions let me know but I will check in a week and see but if not I will remove this story. I'm just unsure about my idea, I've only done this once with Avatar but Ewya was spiritual goddess while Andraste was a real person. Let me know what you guys think and we'll see if I post another chapter or not.
Thank you for reading!s