Her Wyrda, Chapter One: Finding Brom
On a fairly normal night, a seemingly young girl stumbled into the small town of Carvahall. Despite her travel worn appearance, she was extremely beautiful with raven black hair and sharp emerald eyes. The girl wearily made her way to a small tavern in the center of town. As she sat down, however, she was intercepted by a few drunken men.
"Well, what's a pretty young lady like yourself traveling alone for?" The man in front asked, leering at her. She glared at him and curtly replied, "I am looking for someone."
"I might be able to help you with that," the man sneered, putting his hand on her arm and attempting to draw her away from the crowded tavern. The girl glared icily at him and hissed, "Remove your hand from my arm or I shall do it for you." The man who was obviously the ringleader of his little gang laughed and said, "We have ourselves a feisty woman!" As he spoke, he roughly pulled her outside. The girl attempted to pull away, but she was clearly exhausted from weeks of travel, and was quickly surrounded by a ring of other men that also seemed drunk. As they pulled her into the shadows of the streets, a pleasant voice came out of the shadows, calmly saying, "I believe the lady wants to be left alone, gentlemen." The ringleader growled and said, "Brom. What business do you have here?"
Brom smoothly lied, saying, "I have come to town to see if my niece, who is visiting me from Belatona, had arrived yet. However, I see she has, and you have met her." The girl sent Brom a look of relief and silent thanks, and Brom nodded at her. "Welcome to Carvahall, Arya."
"Hello, Uncle," Arya responded. The men scowled and shoved Arya towards Brom. Brom put a gentle hand on Arya's back and guided her to his house. When Brom had shut and locked the door behind him and murmured, "Atra nosu waise vardo fra eld hornya," Let us be warded from listeners. Arya let out a sigh of relief as a ripple seemed to run over face, obscuring her features for a moment before her features returned, but different. Her eyes were slanted and her cheekbones higher and slimmer than a human's, and her ears tapered into points.
"Arya!" Brom said, surprised, "I assume this visit isn't for social purposes?"
The elf named Arya shook her head solemnly and said, "I bring grave news, Brom."
Brom raised his eyebrows and said, "Do tell." Arya took a deep breath and began to tell her tale…
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Ok, I don't know what Arya's story should be, so I'm letting the reader decide. Do you think
She somehow escaped Durza right after she sent the egg, or
She was in prison for about a month and escaped because the guard forgot to give her the drug and Durza was away doing something evil, or
Something else
PM me with any ideas! Constructive criticism welcome!