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Post by Arianda Trill on Sept 20, 2014 17:42:50 GMT -5
Arianda had been born in Aaliron, before the War against the Shaman had ever started. Back when Aaliron was prosperous, and full of life.
She had felt something was wrong before she was within the borders of Aaliron. She knew it was. Her visions had shown her that much. The first place she went had been the Village of Ru, the home that had hidden her from the Huntsmen. It was a place that would always be dear to her heart, for everything the villagers had done to protect her. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Wesley again.
When she arrived in Ru, her heart stopped beating it seemed. This was no village. Piles of rubble were strewn about haphazardly where cottages had once been. The dirt road through Ru was overgrown with weeds, hardly more than an animal path now. What broke her heart the most was the fountain. She had spent countless days relaxing and meditating by the fountain. All the remained now was the stone base. The statue that had risen from its center was broken into several pieces, most lying in the empty fountain bed, though a few were scattered on the ground around it.
Arianda fell to knees, sobbing, her red-gold curls bobbing. What had happened to her home?
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