A year laterrrr I'm writing this while watching Sailor Moon. The cringe fest is real. XD
I groaned while I was writing a report for Sir Russel about my blacksmithing experience and how I made my armour. Took me a couple years. Four to be exact. I was able to ask a witch on what my sizes would be when I was ready for the armour. And I'll know when I fit. Which is not at this moment. Heh.
I rested my head on the table letting out a sigh. I've been sitting here for hours.
Someone knocked on the door. So I got up and stretched hearing the pops in my back.
"Mmm that felt nice."
They knocked again.
"I'm coming!" I said walking to the door. I opened the door revealing a tall slender brunette in thin armour. She must be more focused on agility than strength. "May I help you?" I asked.
"Are you Persephone?" She asked with a thick Irish accent.
"That's me."
"Here." She handed me a letter, which I took, and left.
"Um thank you!" I shut my door silently and looked at the letter which was folded neatly and being held together by a wax stamp of the shape of a dragon.
A dragon? That's not the stamp of the kingdom. And Russel wouldn't make this so neat. He basically scribbles on it, folds it without a care, then sends it to me.
I rolled my eyes at his clumsiness.
I carefully took the stamp off and sat my bed. Well let's see who it's from. I unfolded the paper causing something to fall out and fall into the wood flooring.
"What the.." I picked it up and it was a metal pin of a dragon head with a camellia behind it.
I read the note.
Dear Persephone,
I saw that you had a cloak along with your armour. So I made a pin for it. I hope you like it. And I hope this letter got to you.
T.K
"T.K? Who is that? It's a nice pin though. Wish I could thank the person whoever sent it though. Looks like expensive material." I sighed. "Well. Guess I better use it. Don't want the gift to go to waste." I sat it on my desk and looked at the letter.
I thought for a bit. Dragons. Camellia. The Dragon riders? Maybe it's also a thanks for the saddles. I don't know. This is frustrating.
Guess I'm going to the blacksmith tomorrow.
As I said. Here you go. I know these are short but bear with me please.
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The Mistaken
Fantasy(In a manly narrator voice) Woman who had children were forced to give up their boys to the Capital at the age of 7 to be trained as fierce knights. And girls were meant to be slaughtered on sight. Witches to be hanged and burned. Spirits to be cap...
