Prologue:
The girl wearily put foot over foot on the road. Her body screamed for rest, but she couldn't. She needed to get as far away as possible from the horror. She still remembered her dads last scream, "Protect him Keera protect Jonathon with your life." Tears filled her eyes. Jonathon was dead. He died from a bandit attack. She tried, but she couldn't save him. Her father's last wish was meaningless. Days passed and weeks passed life became meaningless. She was put into a depression. Then one rainy night around 11:45 PM, She saw a shadow flit across a wall. A wall! Keera looked around with tired alarm. She had not slept for around 6 days, and was mentally and physically exhausted. Then, Keera just fell. For no reason. And, even with all of her strength left, she couldn't get up. She just laid there. Then, as she started to drift away, a kind face of a middle-aged man, with strawberry-blonde hair stared down at her. Another man was with him. This one had a ragged beard that was speckled-grey. Keera noticed that they had a cloak, knives, and a bow and arrow. Weapons! Her mind was ringing and she felt like crying, she wanted to just fall into the blackness, peacefully and, with all the strength the girl had left she stood and walked away. Her mind felt black with dancing spots in my eyes. The ground wobbled and all of a sudden she felt the air in my face. A pair of hands caught the girl before she fell. They felt strong and round. "This one's got a lot of strength said a voice. The girl tried to struggle but it was useless. "Easy now", said a voice think with accent." The girl felt a sudden calmness and she blacked of with the voice still talking.
My eyes wearily opened at the crack of dawn. I sat up and looked around the room to look at the clock. It read 4:30. Then I remembered why I had woken up this early. It was CHOOSING day. I usually got up at 6:00 to practice my weaponry in the woods. I quickly decided what to do. Then, I stood up and stretched. I put on my forest green leggings, and tunic. I snatched my brown and grey belt with my green cloak. I opened up the lock to the window, and flew to the tree. It was a hard tree to climb. It had the tiniest handles for feet, but it was a small feat. I've done it before. I snaked down the trees and jogged the woods. Carefully looking around, and realizing it was safe. I let out a robin call. A pony with a brown body, and silver mane trotted over. "Hey Robin." I whispered. I had found Robin in a bear strap, and healed and tamed her. Robins loved her for some reason, and you could always hear tweets when around Robin. I jumped into the saddle after grabbing my bow and knife. I had practiced with them for around 2 years so far. After what had happened to me when I was little around ten, I had never wanted to be that helpless again, ever. My mind felt like a piece had been taken out. All I remembered was two men. They….helped me get to the fief of Redmont I scratched threw my memory desperately wanting more thoughts to come. I sighed. People say that I was found on the steps. They said I must have collapsed on them. But, even though I agreed. I felt like I was missing something. Something Important.