Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
*She stared at the woman, unsure of what she should do. She decided to sit down because she was scared of what would happen if she didn't do what the woman told her. As she sat down she looked at her feet. She didnt know if she wanted to tell the woman her story. Growing up, her mother had always told her to beware of strangers. She always listened to her parents.*
....
*she looked up to meet the eyes of the woman. Concidering she had told her that she had been expecting her she decided to just tell the woman her story as she had nothing left to lose.*
...My...my name is Nabaari ma'am...Lady Nabaari Skjöldraven of Ravenfjord...
*she looked down at her soft pink skirt, toucing the burned edges*
...I had to flee the city because insurgents had commited an attack on our home..
*She looked up to look at the woman and noticed that she was looking at the burned edges on her skirt*
...a house fire. I am the only surviver...
*she tried to smile a little, not wanting the woman to see that it was affecting her as much as is did. she wasn't fooling anyone though*
My father was a politician but he was not very popular amongst the people of Alisgrad. His name was Lord Björn Skjöldraven of Ravenfjord...
*she took a deep breath, her hands still holding her skirt*
his views were not exacly what the people wanted and rebelling groups started to form...it kept going to the point where the rebelling groups started to become insurgents...
*She abrubtly stood up, needing to move a little. She felt her emotions boiling up and she got a lump in her throat*
I was home...we all were. I was in the garden with my Little sister Agnes, by our fish pond, when my nose picked up on the sent of smoke. I knew it had to be close as the smell was far too strong...
*She was pacing now*
I never thought it would be our home so i took Agnes into my arms and went back to the house...
*she had to stop for a second, taking a deep breath and sitting back down. she looked the woman right in her eyes*
when we got closer I saw that the left side of our home had already gone up in flames..I put Agnes down and told her to stay put...I thought she was far enough from the house...that she was safe where she was.
*she swallowed the lump in her throat down*
..I ran inside, I needed to find my parents..my other siblings...I now realise how stupid I have been for even thinking I could save them but my body started to move on its own...I managed to find my family in the library, they were surrounded by flames and there was nothing i could do to safe them anymore...
*she looked down*
My mother told me to run, to not let the insurgents catch me..so I did...I ran back to the garden, I wanted to get Agnes, I wanted to take her with me...to safe at least her...
*she swallowed again*
but she had not listned to me...she had followed me into the house...and...a-...and it was too late for her..
*her eyes were glossy but she kept it together*
so I ran...I ran as fast and as far as i could...I do not know where I am, I had no destination in mind when i was fleeing...
*she wiped her eyes. she got up and dropped on her knees infront of the woman. she grabbed the fabric of the womans cloak*
please ma'am...I have not slept in days...I have not had proper food and I am so very scared...Will you help me ma'am...?
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