Prologue
Lenaya skipped through the forest, feeling unreasonably happy. She didn't know why she was happy, she just was. Her dark blue hair (1) bounced with every step she took, and her dark blue cloak flowed out behind her. In her hand she carried a woven basket, empty. She sighed as she remembered why she was there. She had been sent out by Rilka, her master, to find more herbs for cooking. Her dark red eyes spotted a patch of mint and she crouched down. She began plucking small groups off the bush, but jerked her hand back when she felt something wet. She glanced down at her hands to find a red liquid smeared across her fingertips. She sniffed it cautiously and grimaced. Blood. She glanced around and found a trail of blood on the ground. She felt her stomach drop as she slowly stood. She hesitated and then sat back down. Living in Daein had taught her that ignoring things like this helped you live longer.
To her irritation, she found that the blood was on all of the herbs she needed. After the fifth bush she gave up. Her basket was full anyways, and it was getting late. As she turned to walk in the opposite direction, something very strangely colored caught her eye. It was bright pink, right next to her foot. It almost looked like hair. As she kneeled down and touched it she found that it was hair. She quickly pushed the bush in front of her away from her eyes. She gasped. There in front of her lay a man. A very attractive man, I might add. He had long pink/red hair and pale skin with deep green clothing. A broken bow lay beside him, so she figured he had to be an archer. His clothing had deep stains in the stomach and chest areas, turning the cloth black. She realized with a start that he was lying in a pool of blood, and was obviously the source of the blood trail.
She knelt by the man, wondering what on earth to do with him. If she took him home she'd have to care for both him and Rilka. That old man was enough on his own. Besides, who knows if he'd even appreciate it? Not many people did anymore. She chewed on her thumbnail as she thought. Is he even alive? She slowly reached for his arm and put two fingers on his wrist. She felt a very slight pulse and sighed. She gently placed his arm back down and stood. She sighed in defeat. I might as well. Who knows? It could be fun. He's kinda cute. She kneeled down again and lifted him onto her back like she was giving him a piggyback ride. She braced him against a tree as she tied her basket to her cloak. She looked back at the pool of blood. I hope I'm doing the right thing. Helping random people dying of blood loss in a war isn't the smartest thing to do. She shook her head and headed back down the trail to her master's home.
(Line)
So? What do you think? I might have to re-write the beginning….
*shrugs* Whatever. Oh, and which ever story gets the most hits first, gets updated first. So review for you're favorite!
(1)= Her hair is pretty much like Mist's, except the two pieces of hair that hang down are longer then her's.