The Path of the Floral Dance
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A little under a year before the actual story took place a young Burmecian man says good bay to his family, his three daughters and two sons. He looked at them and sadly sighed, he knew that he might never see them again but this was something he had to do. One day three men entered the town, each stranger than the next, but with good means in mind. A tailed human explained that his situation to him and hoped he would help, unfortunately for our friend he could not turn down a man in need. So he accepted.
Leaning against the door his wife, she was waving and crying a little. She was three months pregnant, they had been getting ready for their sixth child when these men came to their home begging for his help. When he left, he waved, thinking that he might never see his children and wife again. He lowered his head then looked up. The sky seemed so sad then. The man who was leaving was Edward Crescent, the most strongest and skillful knight in all of Cleyra. He trained in Burmecia for several years which contributed to his skill list. He was a man to be reckoned with, which was why he was being asked to leave his home to help others. With a heavy heart he turned and walked down the sandy path.
Six months later, his wife heavy with baby, she got some devastating news. Her husbands Javelin had been found out side of Lindblum. They had filed his missing in action. She cried all night, and then felt pains the next morning. It turned out, she was going in to labor. Several hours later she bore a healthy little girl. Her name was Freya and this is her Story.
Five years later.
Marie Crescent shook her head as she watched her daughters play. The oldest Acara was bullying her younger sisters a usual. Freya, 5yrs, was watching, with interest, a large frog hop by. She giggled as it hopped by. Freya wasn't like her mother, she wasn't girly at all, and she was boyish in every way. Her mother once tried to put her in a skirt but she quickly changed out. Some of the Cleyrain said she more of a boy than her brothers.
She had lived in Cleyra all her life, her mother and father where both Cleyrain descents, Freya looked at her mother. She got up and walked over.
"Mummy, why you sad?"
"Mommy's not sad, Darling, just thinking. Get your sisters and go inside."
"Yes, Mummy."
Marie shook her head, once again, and walked inside. All her children sat around a table in the kitchen. Mathew leaned over to William, his blonde hair catching his eyes as he spoke.
"Ya don't suppose, she knew it was I that broke her favorite vase, do you?"
"Naw, I think she going to tell us something else! Now, pipe down!"
Freya looked at her older brothers. The funny thing was everyone was one year apart. The oldest was her brother Will, then Acara, next Matt, Aretha, Anita, Who was blind because of an early birth, then finally her. She felt different not just by age but, by looks. Her sisters and brothers had blonde hair and blue eyes by her mother, but she had silver and green differences. Once she asked why and her mother replied,' Because of your father.' Come to think of it her mother never mentioned her father.
"Children we'll be moving tomorrow, the king of Burmecia has asked our priest to send several families to his kingdom to help with everyday things and I was asked to move."
"So we're movin'," asked Freya's Sister Anita.
An array of groans and mutters began, and quickly ended with one good glare from their mother. She sighed and looked at William. He stood up and turned to his younger siblings, his chest puffed out.
"Mum said we're movin', and that's what we're doin'! Everything clear?!"
They all nodded. Marie picked up Freya then turned to her other children. She nodded then walked out the door. All her life she had known the protection of the Sandstorm, but now she and her six were moving in to some strange and weird land, she had never been to Burmecia but had heard all about it. It rained, all the time. The realm of eternal rain.
...Rain...