All the characters in this story are made by the all-powerful Tamora
Pierce, except for the ones made by me ! (
ILEANA
A fierce wind screamed as it blew around the village, assaulting the trees and houses. Rain lashed down from the heavens, drenching everything. The innkeeper locked his door and shuttered the windows, looking frantically for his youngest daughter, Ileana. A woman wrapped in a shawl with startling green eyes descended the stairs in a flurry of skirts to aid her husband. Under the toughened skin and old wrinkles of a hard working woman you could see the bearing of a Noble born. "Rand," she shouted over the roar of the wind, "Where's Ileana! She should be back by now, the storm." She stuttered to a stop. The man put his arms around her, "She'll be fine," he whispered to the air above her head, "Oh Goddess, she has to be fine."
Ileana crashed wildly through the undergrowth, desperate to reach the village. Her jet-black hair flew behind her, slowly beginning to curl as her vibrant green eyes scanned the forest for the way home. She ceased her frantic running to get her bearings. Ileana had thought she knew every inch of the forest, but she'd never been here before, She was lost. Her small hands drew the long black cloak tight around thin shoulders, thin but strong. She made her way towards the shelter of an oak tree.
ILEANA
A fierce wind screamed as it blew around the village, assaulting the trees and houses. Rain lashed down from the heavens, drenching everything. The innkeeper locked his door and shuttered the windows, looking frantically for his youngest daughter, Ileana. A woman wrapped in a shawl with startling green eyes descended the stairs in a flurry of skirts to aid her husband. Under the toughened skin and old wrinkles of a hard working woman you could see the bearing of a Noble born. "Rand," she shouted over the roar of the wind, "Where's Ileana! She should be back by now, the storm." She stuttered to a stop. The man put his arms around her, "She'll be fine," he whispered to the air above her head, "Oh Goddess, she has to be fine."
Ileana crashed wildly through the undergrowth, desperate to reach the village. Her jet-black hair flew behind her, slowly beginning to curl as her vibrant green eyes scanned the forest for the way home. She ceased her frantic running to get her bearings. Ileana had thought she knew every inch of the forest, but she'd never been here before, She was lost. Her small hands drew the long black cloak tight around thin shoulders, thin but strong. She made her way towards the shelter of an oak tree.