Ahhhhhhhhhh! forgot to update!! I'm not going to beg for reviews. I want to see what happens. Flashback!
Warning: Yeah, this is where the 'Angst/Tragedy' bit comes in.
A figure ran in the darkness towards her. She breathed heavily, not knowing what would come next. The figure held her tight with a slight hesitation, as if the figure wasn't supposed to be doing this. She slept in its arms, crying softly in her sleep.
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Kel blinked, trying to get the last shreds of fatigue and tiredness away from her, knowing that if she weren't alert, a surprise attack would come to get her.
She left her pallet and blinked a few times while strapping her daggers onto her. Two at her wrists; two at her ankles; one dangling on a string at her back and one in plain sight. She then did up her hair so it wouldn't get in the way of fighting and used two more daggers that had a round shaft; so it wouldn't slice her hair, to pin it up.
Checking that she was ready, she looked down from the window and jumped, landing softly, only rustling a few leaves, however, she must have been heard because the next moment, A dagger was put in front of her neck and she knew she failed.
"Dead."
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A hand reached in to wipe the parchment lovingly. It was a letter sent to her from her mother and father when they returned to the Yamani Islands and Kel had to stay back at Tortall. The letter said all about how much her parents missed her, that they loved her greatly and they'll be back soon. There was also a silk painting of the Harmonical Garden, as the Yamans called it, which her mother had done. It was the first she did, it was crude, and resembled not much more then blobs of colour but it had a lot of it, and the way her mother had used a calligraphic brush to detail the lines made it look ever-more-stunning, even if she wasn't supposed to use the brush on the art itself.
Kel knew that this was one of the last tokens she owned from her parents; the next week was the War when they came back with the ship.
Then they met the Peaceful Realms.
She saw it. The scorching blue flame that flew from Diamondflame's claws and hit her parents and the enemy soldiers they were facing. Everything seemed to slow.
"Ma!"
At that moment, Kel ran. She ran with everything in her, down the Archers' tower and up to her parents' ashes. Nobody else had noticed, for they thought it was the enemy, and the enemy didn't notice either, for they hardly cared. A glint of metal caught Kel's attention as she picked it up, tears flowing down her face as she looked to the object.
It was the blade of her mother's naginata.
I don't know if I spelt naginata right. I didn't want to say glaive because it would rhyme and it would seem weird.