Arya's Mission
"Arya." Arya stopped in the doorway. "You don't have to do this mission. You can stay. Stay with me. Don't go."
"I have to go. Why did you come here, if not to complete your mission? Or were those just lies to entice me?" She ducked under the plant covering the entrance, stiffening when she heard soft sobs. "It's true! I've been selected to protect an area. Do you think I would disobey my leader? You know of my descent!" She stood breathing hard. "My emotions got the better of me. Please say what you wish to say. I accept your blessing." Without a word, he stepped close to her. He hand gently stroked her hair; his lips brushed her forehead.
"I just don't want to lose you; that's all. By the way," he said, straightening up. "Have you read your letter fully?" After Arya shook her head, he stepped backwards so that their eyes met. "Before I give you my blessing, you must promise to do one thing for me." Startled by the intensity in his eyes, she stepped backwards. "Read that letter carefully." He handed her the letter, and placed one hand on the top of her head. "Be safe and successful, my sweet Arya."
"Remember Zanta. I have never left you. I will return!"
"Perfect." It was about morning when she stopped. Faint rays of sunlight started to seep through the trees, illuminating her new home. Using magic to take what she needed, she soon had a good home. Remembering Zanta's request, she pulled the letter from her pocket. "Dear Arya, You have been chosen to watch a harmful area." It went on to explain why, when, how, who… Arya felt her eyes begin to glaze. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "Please ignore the previous text. You have been chosen to protect Ellesméra. People have been positioned to help you. Your mission is to protect us from"—a loud crack was heard, followed by a sharp twang. Something hit her head and she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.