"What do you want to be when you grow up, little girl?"
"An angel."
That was the question the tutor at the novice academy always asked, and I was no exception. I had heard of the 'angels' that helped people become more powerful, if they reached a certain point in their training. I always liked helping people, but acolyte did not seem like enough.
My mother still thinks I'm insane.
But honestly, what is sanity, anyway? All it is, is a 'frame of mind' classified by the higher-ups in society. Now, as a low class citizen myself, I have absolutely no right to question the authority of the council.
Just because I wasn't born with 'royal blood', or, in my words, 'blood mixed with the same blood to form a child', I was considered below society. Now that is totally unfair. Those snobs born in the higher class of society really like rubbing it in. They get higher grades and higher respect from the teachers at the academy just because they have money to bribe them with.
So eventually I ended up as an acolyte. Not proud of myself, I'm too weak to even kill a familiar in this stupid, reeking, dark cave in Payon. Luckily, I have found a young swordsman to help me. Right now, while I am writing in my journal, he is sharpening his sword in the corner of the inn room we rented. Being the chivalrous boy he is, he's making me sleep on the floor.
At the moment, I am only fifteen-
She stopped writing for a moment, before scratching the line out and starting again below it.
Tomorrow, I take the test to start my training to become a priest. That's the closest I can get to helping people.
Sincerely,
Vallena Locheart
Putting down her journal, Vallena took a moment to stare at the swordsman in the corner. She thought he was quite disgusting. He already had a hairy face at twenty, he had shaggy unruly brown hair, and he was rather pudgy. The only reason she respected him, and would follow his orders… is because he was a high class citizen.
Because of that, she had to do what he told her. Exactly what he told her. But, fortunately, she had a powerful will. If he told her to do something she would never do, she would leave. Who could stop her?
"Wench." He said, glaring at her, and standing up, dropping his sword. "Come here."
She sighed, before standing up and bowing to him. "Yes, sir?" She asked, standing up straight.
"I need you to find me better armor." He said, pacing slowly from the bed and to the window.
"I am here for your orders, sir." She said, biting her lip. She hated him.
"Oh?" He said, pacing towards her. He stood in front of her, staring into her emerald eyes with his fat dull blue ones, then whipped his hand out and wrenched her platinum blonde hair to the side, moving his face inches from her own. "Then take off your clothes." He said, throwing her on the bed.
"What are you talking about!?" She cried, jumping off the bed, her feet scuffing the floor and shoving him lightly.
"How dare you!" He roared, and backhanded her to the floor. "Have you no respect for a higher citizen!?" He yelled, as he was about to unsheathe his sword when…
CRUNCH
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Immediately after her mace had made contact with his skull, Vallena knew she was in trouble. But she didn't care. He was an asshole, and everyone he passed knew it. She knew that if she ever saw him again, he would send assassins after her. He probably already had, if he was even conscious.
Two hours had passed already, and, as she sat on the public wagon that many adventurers pay to ride on, she was brooding the consequences. She was already half way to Prontera, and the dark skies were rumbling with unseen thunder.
"Hey miss?" Came a voice from just outside the wagon.
Whipping her head around, she stared at the young female knight who was strolling behind her on her oversized bird.
"Yes, ma'am?" She asked, smiling at her.
"Why do you look so distressed?" The knight asked, coming a little closer and frowning. "You look frightened, is something the matter?" She asked, cocking her head.
"No, it's nothing. But thank you for your concern." She said, and boosted the knight's agility so she could get to Prontera faster.
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"What do you mean I can't become a Priest?!" She cried, closing her eyes tightly. She could already feel the surge of tears. She couldn't believe her luck. As she studied the back of her eyelids rather intently, she let her head droop to, if her eyes were open, stare at the priest's feet.
"You have striked a noble! That is unforgivable in this society! You will never succeed in life!" The old man behind the pedestal shouted, spittle flying into the small crowd of people waiting to apply for priest training. "Now, get out of this church this instant!"
"Fine!" She screamed, and stormed past the crowd of people. Murmurs of shock, confusion, rage, and delight about the incident spread fast. By the time she made it outside the church, everyone was talking about it.
"Did you hear? Some psycho bitch hit a noble!" A knight said to her, laughing his head off with his idiotic pals. Grinding her teeth, she stormed out of the East Gate of Prontera, heading directly east. She needed to be alone.
After a half an hour, she reached the sea shore. Taking off her shoes, robes, and stocking, sitting in her tight fitting cotton shirt and shorts, she dipped her feet into the cool ocean and finally let herself cry. She cried as hard as she could, for her whole miserable life. She had never been accepted.
That's when she saw it. A giant fin raising through the ocean, before disappearing into it's unknown depths. The sea. The last unexplored place on the planet. If she were to drown herself…no one would ever find her.
The idea was very appealing, she was about to jump in when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and saw a tanned hand holding out a handkerchief for her.
"Here, I think you need it more than I do." The knight from last night said, smiling at her as she took her greaves and armor off. "So, why are you crying?" She asked, looking over to her.
Vallena stared in awe at the woman. She was probably around eighteen, and she had white hair and tanned skin. She also had brown eyes that made Vanessa feel better just at a glance.
"I… they won't let me be a priest." She said, looking away in shame.
"Then become a monk." The woman said, hugging her lightly from behind, and sitting directly behind her so her legs were either side of Vallena's. She felt the woman's large breasts press into her back, only two thin layers of cotton separating them, which made her blush furiously.
"A…monk?" She asked, trying to distract herself from her obvious… situation.
"Yes, a hidden order of holy people not as religious as the church, who teach young disciples how to protect and to fight, as well as the principles of how, when, and why to use it." She said, hugging Vallena to herself. What could she say? The girl needed comfort, and she was rather cute.
"Oh… I guess I could." She said, leaning back slightly to feel more. She couldn't understand why, but she felt so different around the knight. Maybe because she was the first kind person she had ever met.
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That was chapter two. What do you think? Chapter three will be up soon. Oh, and one more thing, it's not X rated. No graphic scenes, but things do happen. I just won't write if for you. ;D
