The rain had ended after three long days. Aria watched as the droplets of rain fell from the tips of leaves as they bent from the weight of the trapped water. She knew she wasn't supposed to be out of the kingdoms vicinity, King Balor hadmade it

quite clear that there were dangers beyond imaginability. That and there was a Trollmarket about an hour, hour and a half from where she stood. However, she was already about thirty minutes out of the kingdoms boundaries and going into the Troll market
wasstrictly forbidden. Heaven knows why, but Aria could care less about the reasons. She was always the trouble maker, raised to be a lady-in-waiting, trained to be a warrior and protector of Princess Nuala. After all, the princess isthe
last hope of the kingdom since her twin brother was banished from the kingdom.

Nuada...

Aria's mind began to race, memories began to flood her, past senses overwhelming her sensor's. Nuadahad always been standoffish but for some reason she could always feel him. It was like they were whole, part of one brilliant and beautiful being. Thesame
always happened with Nuala, although the Prince never showed his true affections to anyone but his sister, and while she found that odd she also found that she became a little... Jealous? Still, strange to her. It had been many years since shehad
last seen him, all she had left was the faint memory of his appearance.

Nuala was like a sister to her. They had grown up together. While Nuala andher had been raised with good graces and finesse it was Aria who had the adventurous side. She loved the thrill, the feel of adrenaline pumping through her veins as she brokea
law. It made her feel alive.

She inhaled softly, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the hum of the earth beneath her bare feet. Wearing shoes was such a tedious task, so tedious that she couldn't be bothered with it when she was able to take in moments like these. Her handslifted
the front if the dress just enough to uncover her feet. All Aria needed to do was take one more step and she would be further away from the kingdom than she was yesterday. As she lifted her leg, stepping forward and lightly touching the earthwith
the ball off her foot as if it would move beneath her, she felt a soft flutter coming from within the depths of her soul. Knowing not what this sensation was she opened her eyes, glancing around.

"What do you call for?"

A voice so soft, like a whisper, rang through the air. She could not tell the sex of the voice, only that it called to her so beautifully, so responsively. It had been there ever since she could remember. It was her guide when she lost her way.

"Freedom.." It came out as more of a whisper, her body hurtling into a sprint. Her gown tangled in her legs, making it only slightly difficult to run, but she could handle it. She paused, glancing around just to make sure that no one followed her or saw
/her. With one swift movement, her gown skirt was torn away leaving her in slacks and a bodice. She was so tired of gowns. She discarded the unwanted fabric off to the side and continued to run. She would come back for the skirt later.

)()(

The gown skirt was there, discarded and forgotten amongst the shadows, much like his race. Who was she? She seemed vaguely familiar to him, and his soul seemed to recognize her light. He only dimly caught a glance of her face. She was peculiarly enchanting.A
fae certainly, however she seemed different than all the rest. Her eyes, her hair, just something about her seemed different. He liked different, he liked the wild spirit he could see in her. However, there was something else, something he couldn't
/quite make out. She acted just as reckless as his sister's friend had so long ago.

Nuala...

He missed her. He had to see her soon. Any moment that he was parted from his other half was too much to bare, he couldn't take a moment longer in this hell. All he needed was to hear her, then it would take everything away and he would be perfect oncemore.
Just one word was all he needed. He thought back to the last time he saw his beloved twin. Her eyes were puffy, hot tears in them as her lady-in-waiting clung to her. What was her name again? Shaking the slight distracting thought out of hiseyes
he continues to remember Nuala's eyespleading for him to not abandon her as she parted her full lips, whimpering his name before saying the sweetest thing she could.

"Stay."

Oh Gods that one word sent shivers down his spine to this very day. It was sweet like nectar and he wanted so much to give into her, yet all he could think about was saving her. So he made his hardest decision ever.

He turned and took that step away, feeling the utter betrayal fly through their bonded soul strings with double force, because everything was always double the force with her, he had to push forward. Conceal his own torments and walk away, and that isjust
what he did.

Nuada sighed softly, his ears perking up as he heard footsteps walking towards him. He took cover behind an oak tree, swiftly climbing up the trunk and hid in the safety of the branches shadows. It only took him a second for him to realize it was her,the
mystery woman. She cursed softly. This made the corners of his mouth curve up into a smile. She was flustered, that much was obvious as she stared down at the abandoned gown that was now stained with mud.

"Balor won't be happy about this." She hissed, quickly reattaching the gown skirt. She mentioned his father's name formally, as if she had known him.

Wait. His...father?

He had to investigate this further if he were to figure out who she was. For some reason he felt this feeling toward her, a feeling that he couldn't figure out or shake. All he knew was that he needed to go to her, he needed to see her face and identifyher.
She seemed familiar, but he was almost certain that he never met her. She even looked like she was of noble blood. So he definitely should know her, or at least he should have heard of her. Especially since she was well defined and rounded, anygrown
male Fae would have been jumping at a chance to mate with her.

"Oh Aria, you foolish woman!" She scolded herself, heaving a sigh.

Aria, even the name sounded familiar. He watched as she ran away, her gown fully re-wrapped and smudged. He was about to make his move down to her before he felt the familiar pinch of anxiety cripple him.

The air fell thick, the hair on the back of his neck stood up as the woman raised her head, her gaze piercing toward the forest. Her movements reminded him of a cautious doe when spooked. Without warning she jolted forward, her swiftness impressing himgreatly.
She was definitely not like any other Fae royalty.