A E L A
A/N: Hey. It's me. This is set in the medieval time period, also known as the Renaissance. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy! And yes, I RP with this character on Kingdom Life II! :P If you wanna be my friend on Roblox, tell meeee u
Everyone knew Aela wasn't normal. They knew of her solidness, her power, and her cold, golden eyes. They were afraid. But they should have realized that their being afraid caused Aela to become more powerful, bathing in a sea of loneliness and sorrow from them forsaking her…
One
Aela stood alone as the crowd in front of the tavern mingled. In the harsh season of winter, Aela had been rubbing her hands together all morning. She was waiting for somebody that might never come. She thought they were friends, but her so-called "friend" was actually just trying to prove his bravery by talking to the "witch." That was, after all, what she was known as.
Suddenly, Aela watched him come up the hill. Half-smiling, she stopped rubbing her hands and looked at him. Then, she realized that he wasn't alone. He had his buddies among him. Aela frowned. He had promised her that he would be there, alone, and they could have a drink or two. It wasn't a date, more something to get to know someone better by participating in a normal hobby: drinking ale with a friend.
Aela brushed a piece of hair out of her face, crossing her arms. She looked at the snow piled on the ground. A black fog began to creep over it, and Aela smirked. She walked over, picked up a handful of the now-black snow, and chucked it at the man she had met the last night.
It landed on his arm, and he laughed, thinking that it was some sort of snowball fight. But oh, was he wrong. Aela had already plotted his demise after he had promised to come the last night. Death by shadows. It was almost the same every time. Aela suddenly stood up straight, smirked, and watched at the black snow hurled itself at the man and his companions, consuming their very being and turning them into no more than a pile of clothes in black ooze.
The satisfied Aela walked away from the tavern and into the inn, where she spent most of her days. However, when she got there, there was somebody in her room.
A dark, cloaked figure was rifling through her dresser drawers. When Aela tried to summon her shadowmelding powers, the black-colored fog only moved forward and inch towards the figure.
Deciding to use the element of surprise, Aela pulled out her throwing knife. She held it by the blade, aimed, and threw it at the wall right next to the figure. Whipping around, the figure scooted back into the open drawer, causing it to close.
"What are you doing?" Aela asked, her tone solemn and harsh. But the figure was silent, and all it did was hand Aela a folded slip of paper.
Aela took the note and read it, her expression changing from fury to shock.
"We're coming…" the figure said tauntingly before fading away.