Okay so this is kinda stereotypical and stuff but it's not the first time I've been stereotypical.
Either I'm toying around with my writing style or I'm absorbing some new ones because I feel like this is a bit different than it is usually? I don't know. Anyways, introducing a yet-unamed character and Alexander. Haven't talked about him much but I am rather fond of him.
Oh, this was rich. She'd been all set up for the throne, just days away and she would of had her power, less than a week.
But no, of course not, her brother had to go and rat her out. It was mostly lies anyways- well, okay, maybe not, but she hadn't done it. Yet. Maybe this was valid, but she was still steaming- quite literally too, the surface around her was scorched and burning. Of course, she was burning too, she realized rather quickly- burning, the ground was hot, and scrambling up, her soft, bare feet felt like they were blistering as she hopped in an ungainly fashion from the flattened space- some sort of field, a meadow perhaps, she concluded, making her way towards a stream. Quaintly beautiful, though she had left a slightly human shaped, black mark in the grass where she'd hit, and the back of her head hurt something awful.
Actually, everything kind of ached. Looking at the stream, she deemed it clear, and rather gingerly she sat, slowly lowering her feet into the shallow water, drawing them back quickly before taking a deep breath. It wasn't so cold, she would be fine. A shudder ran across her shoulders.
She was so damned close.
Anger flashed through her again, and steam rose from the waters before she calmed down a few moments later, and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. The sunlight felt heavy, and her eyelids prickled, the birdsong and chirp of the bugs became a low drone, mixing in with the burbling stream, with a fresh breeze blowing in off the protecting mountainsides- it was all rather tranquil. Laying back, the earth smelled of...well, earth. Warm, grass and dirt really, but it wasn't a bad smell. Eyelids drooping, she soon found herself asleep on the small bankside, feet pulled up out of the river.
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Alexander was just tired. A day of pulling a cart back and forth would do that to someone, but it made a living, as long as he was strong enough to do it- being in his early twenties, and built like a young ox, he was certainly strong enough. His skin was darkened by the sun, and he kept his black hair short, to stay out of the way, as well has his face clean shaven- rather unlike some of the men you saw, as if a razor had never touched their face. A matter of personal preference. None the less, it was how the young man managed to nearly run over a girl- rather, step on her. She happened to be sleeping (or dead, though he did note the fact that she was breathing) in the middle of his path home, by the stream. A fairly silly place to be sleeping, if you asked him, of course, any place that wasn't your own bed would be considered a silly place to sleep- once more, if you asked him.
It was with a heavy sigh that he stopped, setting down the cart and looking down at the girl, asleep at his feet. She looked young- not much less than he, maybe 19, with shiny, red-blond hair (strawberry, wasn't that what it was called? Strawberry blond), and a light sprinkling of freckled across the pale skin on her nose and cheeks. Her facial shape was soft, rounded, with a sloped nose, ending in a bit of a point. Delicate fingers curled into loose fists at her chin, small arms gently curved- all together, a very pretty, peacefully sleeping young girl, dressed in loose, white (cotton by the looks of it) fabric, a shirt and pants, tied at the waist with a bit of rope.
In a forest.
as it was growing dark.
Not a problem Alexander wanted to deal with tonight- he'd heard funny stories about this bit of the woods, probably why the litle house had practically been free. What had he heard about though? Really, was it anything worth listening to? Let alone believing- the stories had been from men, half drunk, each trying to one-up each other with the next tale.
"Hey- lady." He couldn't exactly leave her out here, now could he. Someone else could come along, or perhaps a sort of creature (maybe the ones he heard about). It'd guilt him to think that he could of prevented such an act.
She stirred slightly, mumbling something, before he nudged her with the toe of his worn out shoe- that was when her eyes snapped open. Green, they were very green.
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He had touched her. With his shoe. She woke up, standing, eyes blazing. She was rather disappointed when she found that she was quite a bit shorter than him. None the less, she stood straight, her usual expression of dangerous anger was really more of a peeved look, on her soft face- it was like she hadn't seen a days work.
"Excuse me, but do you-" her voice started out fine, rather haughty, though she saw it as simple anger, except she broke off, realizing he was staring directly at her- as in, his brown eyes were making contact with hers. "...You can see me. Are you not human?" She looked him over- perhaps a small giant. Might explain the stupidity- no, there was a glimmer of intelligence in those cow-eyes of his, wasn't there.