Tenth Walker

by Bunny's daughter

Anyia's life has never been easy. She has two older brothers and a younger sister. They are all the children of Denethor the Steward of Gondor. Anyia is hated by her father and is his least favorite child although Anyia's older brother Faramir is not that far behind. (*ON hiatus* I will not abandon this though. I want to focus on my other stories though)

1. Chapter 1

Anyia snuck out of Minas Tirith's front entrance on her horse Fanor. As soon as they were free of the city's clutches, Fanor broke into a full gallop sending Anyia's hair flailing. Ever since Anyia was a little girl, she enjoyed doing all the things others said she could never do. She enjoyed sword fighting and archery, and she despised the things "housewives" had to do.

Anyia laughed aloud as the breeze from Fanor's galloping caressed her face. She threw her arms into the air in total glee, guiding Fanor with just her knees. She hunched low over Fanor's neck as the horse turned back towards the city. Anyia stared at the city that was her home. The levels of the city looked more beautiful on the outside than they did on the inside.

Anyia pulled on the reins causing Fanor to stop. He fiery red hair stood out against the tanned tone of her skin and the black of Fanor's coat. Together horse and rider stared at the white city. Anyia found herself wishing that it was always like this, being on the outside looking in. On the outside, Anyia was no one. She could be whatever she wanted. She had no responsibilities and could stop to look at the beauty of the world. On the inside, Anyia was the daughter of the Steward. She was expected to be what her father wanted her to be. Anyia was considered royalty, and because she is nineteen, her father has promised her to a 22 year old man named Oreius.

Fanor snorted bringing Anyia back to reality. With a flick of the reins, horse and rider were soon off again. As soon as the sun came up in the east, Anyia willed Fanor to run faster. Within several minutes, Anyia and Fanor were trotting back towards the stables on the very top level of the city.

The young girl unsaddled Fanor and put him back into his stable before running out and into the palace. Anyia hurried down the corridor to her room. She reached it and stepped inside hoping no one had seen her. Anyia quickly put her night grab back on and slipped into her bed.

"Hey, Anyia,"a voice said.

who is this voice? Read on and find out.