Emma ran into the woods, her eyes cold and hard there was something behind those feral eyes, something of which was new. She felt like as if her anmilastic urges were released in her sorrow. She wished to abide by her Mom's will, she wanted to survive. She will not fail!
Pausing, she was nowhere familiar. Dropping the large parcel of armour and weapons she opened it, slowly she fumbled on the leather armour which clung tightly and perfectly to her small frame. It was light and flexable, then, turning around in it, the leather armour came down to form a seperate piece - almost like a skirt to cover her thighs. Placing on the sandles she strapped them tightly underneath the new gown of which was again her Moms, and then brushed her bare arms away of dirt that flicked up from her feet in her sudden rush to get here.
Lastly, she tore the bottom off of her gown and tied back her hair from her face.
Emma looked to the bow and picked it up, holding the bow with one hand at the middle, while the other ran her fingertips along the finely carved wood. And as the night fell, the day ending... The sound of whistling cut the air, a thud, as the arrow imbedded itself into a tree.
The fox was in the long grass, shooting at the self made targets she carved in each and every tree around her. And the more shot at them, the more she got used to firing the arrows, the more she realised that this was in her blood as well as her natural elemental magiks. Her Mom was right, this was all natural.
She was after all a hunter and scavanger by nature.
Emma will not tell anyone of this, no one must know of how she will do this every night for the rest of her life. Trainning. For her Mom's will, her Legacy does live on. But in the shape of Good, Emma would gain power to help herself and those around her.
Of course she will always be the cheery kind girl, but will be grown up now about it. She had too... She was alone in the world now.
Pausing, she was nowhere familiar. Dropping the large parcel of armour and weapons she opened it, slowly she fumbled on the leather armour which clung tightly and perfectly to her small frame. It was light and flexable, then, turning around in it, the leather armour came down to form a seperate piece - almost like a skirt to cover her thighs. Placing on the sandles she strapped them tightly underneath the new gown of which was again her Moms, and then brushed her bare arms away of dirt that flicked up from her feet in her sudden rush to get here.
Lastly, she tore the bottom off of her gown and tied back her hair from her face.
Emma looked to the bow and picked it up, holding the bow with one hand at the middle, while the other ran her fingertips along the finely carved wood. And as the night fell, the day ending... The sound of whistling cut the air, a thud, as the arrow imbedded itself into a tree.
The fox was in the long grass, shooting at the self made targets she carved in each and every tree around her. And the more shot at them, the more she got used to firing the arrows, the more she realised that this was in her blood as well as her natural elemental magiks. Her Mom was right, this was all natural.
She was after all a hunter and scavanger by nature.
Emma will not tell anyone of this, no one must know of how she will do this every night for the rest of her life. Trainning. For her Mom's will, her Legacy does live on. But in the shape of Good, Emma would gain power to help herself and those around her.
Of course she will always be the cheery kind girl, but will be grown up now about it. She had too... She was alone in the world now.