Years ago- seven hundred to be exact- in the heart of the Amazon jungles; a strange occurrence took place.
A seemingly unexpected tornado appeared in the sky right above the trees. It wasn't your normal average tornado either, for the multiple glowing colors surrounding the circling winds' edges.
Why would a tornado be in middle a jungle? No one knew really. Other than the animals present, yet no human was present witness this.
What was even stranger was the fact that as the winds we're cutting the air, scattering leaves and other debris around; the Vortex never touched the ground. It only hovered above the high treetops.
Suddenly, a object was shot out from the center and speeding down towards the urban ground below. It hit ground with thundering boom, causing a small shock wave from the impact. Noises from distressed animal and critters rang loudly throughout the jungle.
In closer inspection of the now medium sized creator, there in the center lay a form. The form of a young women. Unconscious from the impact. A normal person would've died or at least been paralyzed but not her.
She wasn't considered human. From her looks to her attire that didn't match anything of this time period. She slowly came to, pearl white eyes fluttering open and loud painful groan from her lips. As her eyes came to focus and looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings she jolted awake into a defensive stance right as the vortex closed completely above her. Her long aqua blue hair swishing back and forth in every direction for possible enemies.
Two twin hand blades that curve in a crescent-like shape were gripped tightly in both hands. On closer look , The blades didn't look like normal blades from metal. Picture an image in a coloring book it hasn't been colored in yet, except instead of a black outline it was a matching aqua blue with small white sparkles in bedded in the lines. Almost like tiny sparkling stars.
When she realized it was "clear", she lowered her weapons only slightly. It would be foolish lower your guard in a unknown location. As expected of any warrior, especially a warrior queen. The symbol of royalty being her gold crown that rest on her face.
Wondering more and more where she was, she asked a single question to no one but herself in an unfamiliar language: " Maki louda? "
Translation: Maki louda - Where am I?
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