Introducing Reina
A group of Wyndian soldiers were walking along the road towards the palace. They had just successfully rescued the heir to the throne from a group of bandits, and were heading home. But a few of the brigands had escaped, so they were extremely wary of their surroundings.
"Sure is quiet," one man stated, "I wonder if they'll actually attacks us."
"Don't know. But if we fail here, the king will be most displeased. You know how much ransom the leader was asking for. Certainly an amount like that would hurt us financially," his friend replied.
Suddenly, a voice called out, "There's no escape for you now. You've fallen right into my trap. The men you fought back there were no more than a decoy to lull you into a false sense of security."
Before the men knew what was happening, a group of thieves jumped out from all of the bushes. The Wyndians readied their weapons, in order to protect the heir. But the thieves were just too strong this time, as these were their strongest men. Soon, none of the defenders were left standing.
The apparent leader walked forward. "Now then, Your Highness, let's get going. I'm sure your dad will pay me big bucks to return you. I'll be rolling in Zenny before nightfall."
"Never," the heir said, "I'd rather die. But I'll go out fighting, Gust." The wind spell that the youth had cast hit the leader and knocked him back. But he wasn't down for the count just yet.
"Oooooooooh, a feisty one. I just love a good challenge. If you wish to fight, go ahead. But you'll never win. I'll get my ransom money in the end," the thief vowed.
He raised his sword, ready to strike the heir down. But before he could do so, he heard a voice call out, "Stop brigand. Or you will face my wrath. And you don't want to see me mad."
The leader turned around. What he saw made his blood run cold. A single swordsman stood there in the shadows. Not only that, but the interloper had taken out all of his men as well. But the thief wasn't about to just give up his prize. He turned to face this new threat. "And who might you be?"
"My name," the warrior said, "Is of little concern to you. But I can see you're bullying someone out here, and I won't stand for it. You will die by my sword, brigand."
"I'd like to see you try, kid. You're not dealing with schoolyard bullies anymore," he retorted.
The youth laughed, and told him, "We shall see my friend, who gets the last laugh this time."
The young warrior took off like a rocket. When the leader looked behind him, he couldn't see anyone standing there anymore. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He knew at once that he had been stabbed with a sword. But he had little time to reflect before he dropped to the ground. He was, however, able to get a good look at his adversary. What he saw, shocked him.
The young warrior wore golden armor with circular shoulder guards, as well as golden gauntlets, and leather boots with a golden plate on the front. On the front of all three, was what appeared to be a red eye, like that of a demon. A black tunic, blue warrior's skirt, and black headband completed the outfit. This warrior had blue hair and eyes, and golden dragonic wings. But it wasn't the wings that phased the brigand at all. "A girl, I can't believe that I was defeated by a little girl." Then, he died.
"Are you ok, Your Highness?" asked the girl, "If those thieves hurt you, I can give you a Healing spell. I'm lucky that my natural magic consists of such spells, I can go far on my own with them."
"I'm ok miss," the heir replied. He then stepped into the sunlight, where she could see him. The warrior woman noticed that he had unruly blond hair, blue eyes, and Wyndian wings. His tunic was white, and he also had on a red coat and green breeches. Leather gloves and boots were on his hands and feet, for protection no doubt. What appeared to be a yellow cumberbun served him as a belt.
She inquired, "Do you need any help going back to the palace? I was heading to Wyndia myself, and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. It's kind of lonely on the road."
He nodded. "Thank you for your kind offer miss. If you hadn't come along, I'd be toast about now. You're pretty good in a fight. The people who say a girl can't handle a sword should watch you in combat, you can probably beat up most of the men in our guard troop. Well, shall we be off."
"Sure, whenever you're ready, Your Highness," she said, "By the way, what's your name? I've never been to Wyndia, and I only knew you were a prince because I'd overheard those thugs."
"My name is Nida, Nida Mahono Wyndia. And what might your name be?" he asked her.
She answered, "It's Reina. Reina Reianna Torana."
* * *
As they walked along the road, the two of them began to talk about themselves. Reina revealed that she was eighteen years old, and was searching for her sister. They had been separated ten years ago in an accident, leaving the poor girl to fend for herself for all this time.
"It's pretty sad. Our family was killed off three years before, for no reason whatsoever. But my sis and I managed to escape. Then, we were attacked again, and she stayed behind while I ran to safety. I never found her again, and I don't know if she's even still alive."
Seventeen year old Nida couldn't really identify with her. He had never been apart from his family by force until this little kidnapping incident. But he really wanted to help Reina out. So he decided to ask for some help when he got back home to Wyndia.
"Don't worry Reina," he assured her, "I'll do all in my power to help you find your sister. It's the least I could do for saving my life. After all, what is the use of my power as Wyndia's prince and future king if I am unable to use it to help out those who are in trouble?"
- - - -
Always wondered what a female Destined Child would be like. That's where this idea came from. Well, don't ask about her last name, it'll get explained later on.
A group of Wyndian soldiers were walking along the road towards the palace. They had just successfully rescued the heir to the throne from a group of bandits, and were heading home. But a few of the brigands had escaped, so they were extremely wary of their surroundings.
"Sure is quiet," one man stated, "I wonder if they'll actually attacks us."
"Don't know. But if we fail here, the king will be most displeased. You know how much ransom the leader was asking for. Certainly an amount like that would hurt us financially," his friend replied.
Suddenly, a voice called out, "There's no escape for you now. You've fallen right into my trap. The men you fought back there were no more than a decoy to lull you into a false sense of security."
Before the men knew what was happening, a group of thieves jumped out from all of the bushes. The Wyndians readied their weapons, in order to protect the heir. But the thieves were just too strong this time, as these were their strongest men. Soon, none of the defenders were left standing.
The apparent leader walked forward. "Now then, Your Highness, let's get going. I'm sure your dad will pay me big bucks to return you. I'll be rolling in Zenny before nightfall."
"Never," the heir said, "I'd rather die. But I'll go out fighting, Gust." The wind spell that the youth had cast hit the leader and knocked him back. But he wasn't down for the count just yet.
"Oooooooooh, a feisty one. I just love a good challenge. If you wish to fight, go ahead. But you'll never win. I'll get my ransom money in the end," the thief vowed.
He raised his sword, ready to strike the heir down. But before he could do so, he heard a voice call out, "Stop brigand. Or you will face my wrath. And you don't want to see me mad."
The leader turned around. What he saw made his blood run cold. A single swordsman stood there in the shadows. Not only that, but the interloper had taken out all of his men as well. But the thief wasn't about to just give up his prize. He turned to face this new threat. "And who might you be?"
"My name," the warrior said, "Is of little concern to you. But I can see you're bullying someone out here, and I won't stand for it. You will die by my sword, brigand."
"I'd like to see you try, kid. You're not dealing with schoolyard bullies anymore," he retorted.
The youth laughed, and told him, "We shall see my friend, who gets the last laugh this time."
The young warrior took off like a rocket. When the leader looked behind him, he couldn't see anyone standing there anymore. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He knew at once that he had been stabbed with a sword. But he had little time to reflect before he dropped to the ground. He was, however, able to get a good look at his adversary. What he saw, shocked him.
The young warrior wore golden armor with circular shoulder guards, as well as golden gauntlets, and leather boots with a golden plate on the front. On the front of all three, was what appeared to be a red eye, like that of a demon. A black tunic, blue warrior's skirt, and black headband completed the outfit. This warrior had blue hair and eyes, and golden dragonic wings. But it wasn't the wings that phased the brigand at all. "A girl, I can't believe that I was defeated by a little girl." Then, he died.
"Are you ok, Your Highness?" asked the girl, "If those thieves hurt you, I can give you a Healing spell. I'm lucky that my natural magic consists of such spells, I can go far on my own with them."
"I'm ok miss," the heir replied. He then stepped into the sunlight, where she could see him. The warrior woman noticed that he had unruly blond hair, blue eyes, and Wyndian wings. His tunic was white, and he also had on a red coat and green breeches. Leather gloves and boots were on his hands and feet, for protection no doubt. What appeared to be a yellow cumberbun served him as a belt.
She inquired, "Do you need any help going back to the palace? I was heading to Wyndia myself, and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. It's kind of lonely on the road."
He nodded. "Thank you for your kind offer miss. If you hadn't come along, I'd be toast about now. You're pretty good in a fight. The people who say a girl can't handle a sword should watch you in combat, you can probably beat up most of the men in our guard troop. Well, shall we be off."
"Sure, whenever you're ready, Your Highness," she said, "By the way, what's your name? I've never been to Wyndia, and I only knew you were a prince because I'd overheard those thugs."
"My name is Nida, Nida Mahono Wyndia. And what might your name be?" he asked her.
She answered, "It's Reina. Reina Reianna Torana."
* * *
As they walked along the road, the two of them began to talk about themselves. Reina revealed that she was eighteen years old, and was searching for her sister. They had been separated ten years ago in an accident, leaving the poor girl to fend for herself for all this time.
"It's pretty sad. Our family was killed off three years before, for no reason whatsoever. But my sis and I managed to escape. Then, we were attacked again, and she stayed behind while I ran to safety. I never found her again, and I don't know if she's even still alive."
Seventeen year old Nida couldn't really identify with her. He had never been apart from his family by force until this little kidnapping incident. But he really wanted to help Reina out. So he decided to ask for some help when he got back home to Wyndia.
"Don't worry Reina," he assured her, "I'll do all in my power to help you find your sister. It's the least I could do for saving my life. After all, what is the use of my power as Wyndia's prince and future king if I am unable to use it to help out those who are in trouble?"
- - - -
Always wondered what a female Destined Child would be like. That's where this idea came from. Well, don't ask about her last name, it'll get explained later on.
