The room was spinning as the young woman stumbled to her feet. Her hands whisked away any debris that had caught her eyelids and she gradually blinked to get her eyesight steady again. Finally standing upright, she gave low grunts of minor pain as she looked in awe at her home. A wall was missing, leaving sunshine to enter through the large entryway. Gaping in amazement, the young girl stood petrified, her bright red eyes about ready to pop out of their sockets. A gust of wind blew over small bits of her destroyed wall and it began to hurdle towards her direction. Her long black hair was also being thrown towards her face and it was beginning to annoy her. She grabbed hold of it and unseeingly tied it into a ponytail with a band she kept on her wrist. She lowered her head into the fold of her shoulder and began to walk toward the outside of her home. Her eyes cautiously examined for any type of hazard that would do her harm. Finally clearing the large heap of broken plaster, wood and brick, she stood transfixed once more, looking at her destroyed home.
The young woman still stood amazed-- it wasn't a surprise to her that she didn't see this coming. A curious display of Mother Nature would always surprise her--although of course, her home had endured storms, blizzards, and even the occasional very minor flooding; but as to the display of winds forming into a giant twister was new to her knowledge. Ultimately deciding to scout her surroundings, she began to walk around the outside of her home. It was a sight to behold. She stopped abruptly upon reaching what was supposed to be her back door. Except, it wasn't her back door at all-- it was a different build and height altogether. This wasn't part of her home. It would seem as if, upon arrival-- that she her home had landed on some other person's home! Hesitation ran through her, as she began to dig away at a window of the home that her house had landed on, that was still, surprisingly intact.
Becoming frustrated with the debris, she gave up for a moment. Taking a few steps back from her position, her eyes set upon the glass frame. She ran forwards and in a flying leap, she kicked the glass hard and on target. She landed on her feet, a few inches away from the newly shattered window. A sharp cry of pain ran though her as she looked down. She stepped on a nail and it was still attached to her. Sitting down, she pried the nail from her foot, angrily throwing it aside to an unknown location. Blood began to flow rampantly from the wound as she prepared it for medical attention. Medical attention would consist of her wrapping with a strip of her own clothing and generally ignoring it until the pain away and this situation was no exception. She put her shoes back on and went on inside though the broken window.
It was pretty much like her own home-- everything inside thrown aback, fixtures either broken or stood in the way, glass everywhere, nails sticking out. Turning to leave, her eye caught a glint of silver. Curious as to what this may be, she proceeded toward it. It was caught underneath a red rug, but it was very much intact. A wand, she discovered it to be. A large, silver wand with decorative jewels and designs. Beside the wand laid a not-so-fortunate decorative piece. But this piece too, intrigued her for it had five rubies, each with its color but matching in size. No one being around to claim these valuables, the young woman carried them with her as she climbed out the window.
Proceeding to where her fourth wall fell, she scavenged the house. Looking for her valuables. Everything else would simply be either at the hands of rotting with mother nature or be used as kindling for fire. Her home was still intact--fortunately, for she managed to find everything without having much consequence. Grabbing hold of a large knapsack she placed all her items inside minus, her warmest coat, and her form of discipline. She left her home. A few yards off from the destruction site, the young woman discovered a road to a city. It amused her that she had not been familiar with this land, and she, having scouted every inch of her world. Her smirk became a sudden cold wince. This was not her world.
Minding her pain for a few more steps, she stopped at the sound of rustling bushes. There was no hint of wind, so this, was certainly a surprise. The young woman stood weary of her position, waiting in silence as she crouched low and took large awkward steps towards the bushes. Stopping suddenly, she was forced to the ground by two unknown figures. Kicking the small one off her and elbowing the other forcibly in the abdomen gave her a chance to draw her weapon and within a mild minute, had stuck down the one that was recovering his breath upon being elbowed upon. The other, was no where to be seen. Keeping her weapon unsheathed and ready to strike, her eyes shifted left to right, up and down along with her head.
A sharp pain entered her back. She fell onto her knees as the sound of a high pitched laughter lurked behind her. She gripped her sword tightly and took a chance at her opponent. Twisting her body around quickly, she faced her foe for what seemed less than a second before she completely lunged at him. Tears began to surface at the sharp pain on her back, but she let it reside for a few moments as she gutted her enemy, killing him when she churned the sword inside him and taking it out of his abdomen. No longer being able to stand the pain, she dropped her sword and in agony, reached for the object that was stuck on her back. She removed it with a scream, and with small pants, discovered it to be an oblong knife.
"Not bad, stranger. Not many can push through their pain and attack like that." a voice rang out.
The young woman shot a look at the ground and grabbed hold of her sword. Forcing herself up, she swung blindly and her sword met another with a clash of iron on iron. The young woman pulled back, her sword on guard.
" Who in the hell are you?"
" A friend."
The young woman shot the other a look. She looked upon her slender face, framed with an usually beautiful shade of blue with eyes dark as her own hair. They stood juxtaposed for a few moments, the awkward silence still in effect.
" Megsie of the dark Gilikin clan."
"Kiamoe Arijike… of Khement."