◦◦◦ ɑɾẏɑ ɗɾȯʈʈɳiɳgu
◦◦◦___Arya Drottningu woke with a start; the frightening flashes of her dream faded into the crisp morning air. No...not crisp. It was cool, yes, but there was an edge. She rose quickly and surveyed her surroundings.
___The first thing Arya took note of was that she was no longer under the golden leaves of Du Weldenvarden. She quickly drew her sword as spun about to locate her kidnappers, for that was certianly the only thing that could've possibly happened to her. But there wasn't a soul amist the wreckage, for a wreckage it certainly was and indeed, that was all that was there.
___What is this devilry? Arya though to herself as her toe cautiously nudged a piece of scrap metal that looked like it had been through two dozen dragons' stomachs. And puzzling it was indeed, for the object that others could quickly indentify as the door of an automobile (or what was left of it,) not Arya nor anyone from her world had ever seen the likes of.
___Arya's face went taught with fright at the strange surroundings. Everything her terror filled eyes rested upon grew stranger until she forced herself to look no longer. Arya rested the flat of her sword blade against her right knee and she kneeled to gather her thoughts.
___What has happened here? for even to her ignorant elven eyes, Arya could plainly see that this scenery was not as it was orginally intended. Her mind came to the only logical conclusion: there must've been a battle. Whether evil attacked or was the victim she could not say, the surroundings were too strange to her. Inspite of all the factoring unknowns, Arya got to her feet and her resolve formed.
___"There may be those in need," Arya quickly and swiftly made her way around the obstruction that had, at first sight, filled her with so much horror, "I am bound by my honor to protect those weaker than myself. I must do what I can while there is still strength to the name of Drottningu!" Arya tightened her grip on her sword's hilt and sprang along what one can only assume was a road at an inhuman speed, her boots softly crunching the gravel as she flew.
___The first thing Arya took note of was that she was no longer under the golden leaves of Du Weldenvarden. She quickly drew her sword as spun about to locate her kidnappers, for that was certianly the only thing that could've possibly happened to her. But there wasn't a soul amist the wreckage, for a wreckage it certainly was and indeed, that was all that was there.
___What is this devilry? Arya though to herself as her toe cautiously nudged a piece of scrap metal that looked like it had been through two dozen dragons' stomachs. And puzzling it was indeed, for the object that others could quickly indentify as the door of an automobile (or what was left of it,) not Arya nor anyone from her world had ever seen the likes of.
___Arya's face went taught with fright at the strange surroundings. Everything her terror filled eyes rested upon grew stranger until she forced herself to look no longer. Arya rested the flat of her sword blade against her right knee and she kneeled to gather her thoughts.
___What has happened here? for even to her ignorant elven eyes, Arya could plainly see that this scenery was not as it was orginally intended. Her mind came to the only logical conclusion: there must've been a battle. Whether evil attacked or was the victim she could not say, the surroundings were too strange to her. Inspite of all the factoring unknowns, Arya got to her feet and her resolve formed.
___"There may be those in need," Arya quickly and swiftly made her way around the obstruction that had, at first sight, filled her with so much horror, "I am bound by my honor to protect those weaker than myself. I must do what I can while there is still strength to the name of Drottningu!" Arya tightened her grip on her sword's hilt and sprang along what one can only assume was a road at an inhuman speed, her boots softly crunching the gravel as she flew.
