A new life
Well here I am, in a strange wourld but not that far from my own. i will start from the beginning. I was born an only child to a mage family, they named me Nova. I was a perfect child but for one thing, in a land where mages are of great importants and born from mage parents, I had no mage powers within my ability to reach. They were there, but the fact of the matter was that my powers were so close to nil, that everyone guessed that I would never harness them or ever weild them to a point of being usefull.
So I went from being the perfect child, to the child of emence burdon and embarasment, and me not ten years old yet. So my parents seeing that I would never marry rich or become someone important, they set me to work like a slave bought at a town market. I never realy cared that much about the working part, mostly yard work and purchasing the daily needs, my uncle said it would make me strong. I would slip out sometimes at night and run to his home, he would play swords with me and we would target practice with his weapons.
I grew up in the town of Twill, no not that Twill. It turnes out that the Twill I come from is an entirely different part of the continent, the Twill were I stay now is in the empire of Erama, whereas the Twill that I was born and raised in is far to the east in the country called Umbra, It is also in another time frame as well. The Twill I grew up in is a large city, with hard stone streets and stone buildings. The buildings are very tall, our clothing is very different, with bright colours and many designs. Woman are encouraged to show themselves off and the me were padding to make them look bigger. So how did I get from my Twill to this Twill? Here is the secon half of my story.
As my parents said, I was of no use to anyone so I ran. I ran to the outskirts of the city and found myself at the door of Mr. Noodle, he is a very smart mage and he decided with reluctance to offer me work. I told him that I was fairly good with a sword considering that I was a girl, but he told me that I could look after his ter year old son, I by this time was sixteen and in good health so I took the job.
Daily I would accompany Mr.Noodles son, who was named Marcus, to the mage school buried deep within the citys belly. Although I knew there was the possability of someone recognizing me I did not care what they thought or said. Marcus was the biggest spoiled brat that I had met in all my sixteen years, and he hated me with a passion, not only because his father thought he needed protecting, but the worse fact that he hired a girl to do it. Marcus was an amazing mage with strong abilities gorwing fast even by the day, every day as I watched him entre the mage school, he would call back to me that I had better leave now or he would do something awlful to me in my sleep. This continued for six more years until I found my calling, or should I say it found me...
I never payed attention to his threats for he made them everyday, but I had a responsability and that was the only good reputation I had to my name, I now in my twenty-second year. One night Marcus came to my bed, a small hammock in the celler, and woke me saying that he saw someone lurking in the guardains. Commited to my job a pulled myself out of bed, I slept in my clothing for it was the only clothing I owned. The night was raining and cold, Marcus ran down the hall and I bairly grabed my cloak as I darted after him. "Marcus no its dangerous." I shouted down the hall.
As I creped outside I did hear the noises of someone around the corner, so I drew my weapon and prepared myself for the worst. When I rounded the courned I never expected the sight infront of me, Marcus was standing with four high level mages who for some reason had started to hum something. I knew this was bad so I ran for Marcus, but when I reached him he just looked up at me and said "Your History."
As soon as he said that I knew the high mages were there for me, at the reguest of Marcus. I was introuble, so knowing that there was definetly no escaping what was about to happen I deside if Marcus wants to get rid of me then I was going to make him fight for it. I lunged at Marcus sword drawn, and he was prepared for this for he drew a sword and parried the blow. Though I was older, he was a boy not to yunger then me and he was stronger. We faught on, not even aware that the chanting was becomming louder. Marcus faught me to the ground and was bringing his sword down apon my chest when i heard the loudest crack of thunder I could have ever thought possible.
I was dead, shurly for I was warm and dry and comfortable. Yes I was shurly dead, Marcus had won, well atleast I did not have to feel any pain. Where was I? Could this be the realm of my grandfathers? Wait, what is that? A voice, I hear rain and thunder, Uh-Oh Where was I?
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