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There's a hole that you made with meticulous care In my soul did you carve yourself space So you could comfortably stay and enjoy the warmth It was frightful at first to have you there but accustomed i grew to the joy you would bring The laughter and smiles, the touch of your hand but the laughter it's faded your smiles went cold your touches grew fewer and labored it seemed My warmth was not right you said, a few degrees off And that bed is too hard, the table too low the counters off level so nothing stays put so left you did the hole that you carved and left me nothing with which to refill it so pain did creep in, and longing

Name: Arianna Soliste Race: Human? Age: ?? Eyes: Green Hair: Naturally Brown, can change with her moods Height: 5' 8" Weight: ?? Description: A witch who has appeared to Rital numerous times during her life. Only staying with Rital when she's alone, no one but Rital knows about her, or believes that's she's anymore than an imaginary friend. She was tasked centuries ago with the protection of the Pale Warrior, but was never told when, where, or who the Warrior would be. For ages now she's searched for the Pale Warrior. Once finding Rital's family she knew her search to be at an end and she's fulfilled her task from the shadows ever si

Role: Teacher of the Pale One Gender: Male Age: 17 when he finds Rital, 22 when they leave the farm Height: 6’1” Race: Human Figure: Athletic, broad shoulders, what you’d expect of a trained soldier Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Distinguishing Features: Various minor scars from years of martial training, rough hands from training and farm labor, the inside of his left hand is heavily scarred and the tip of the ring finger is gone, a 1” diameter scar on his right front side just below his rib cage Mannerisms: Determined, serious, calculating, annoyingly level headed, tortured soul Speech Patterns: well spoken, thinks be

Role: ‘The Pale Warrior’ Gender: Female Age: 13 at the start of the story, late 20s by the end Height: 4'5" at 13, 5'6" by 18 Race: Albino Human Figure: Slender, well muscled, attractive but not gorgeous Hair: Silvery White Eyes: Icy blue Distinguishing Features: her limbs carry an assortment of minor scars indicative of martial training, rough hands from training and farm labor, a small scar above her left eye, a large scar on her left shoulder about 1" diameter front and back Mannerisms: Deteremined, outspoken, overly serious, quick to anger, tortured soul Speech Patterns: well spoken, careful with her words, relies heav

The days on the farm pass now as if nothing had ever happened. Coron, Rital's father, and Telor work in the fields sowing the next harvest. Rital and Samyl care for the animals and play in the fields with the cattle. Thena cleans the house, milks the cows, and prepares the meals. Aside from Rickert recoving from his wounds and the loss of one pitchfork no one would ever guess at what had happened in the woods nearby. Rickert sits on the porch writing in his journal of the events of the past few days, and of his worries for the future. His own wound aches from a slight infection, but the herbs seem to be taking care of it. The only explainati

On the verge of unconsciousness Rickert pushes himself harder than he ever has before. He'd already collapsed twice from his own bloodloss, but no one else had the surgical education necessary to save Rital. He'd already removed the pitchfork from her shoulder, and was relieved to find that no major vessels had been broken. Her shoulderblade had been shattered, but other than that the wound wasn't as bad as he feared. Thena was a blessing to Rickert during the work to save Rital. She had been far more calm and educated about first aid than Rickert had first assumed she'd be. She'd already cleaned and dressed his wound during the times he'd c

Telor couldn't believe what he'd just seen. Standing there in a daze with the haft of the pitchfork in his hand he tries to make sense of it. In one blow this stranger had cut the Sequean haft of the pitchfork that he'd seen dull the blades of saws and axes while barely maring the surface of the wood. His greatgrandfather had spent half his life making these tools, years spent on the crafting of a simple shaft of wood due only to the fact that the wood was so hard he spent most of his time sharpening and repairing his tools. This boy, no older than himself had just done the impossible, perhaps he could do the same for Rital. Telor could just

For years while living at Windy Keep he'd been told it was his destiny to find, protect, and train the Pale One, but there'd always been doubt in his heart. He was just the poor son of a fisherman, the Oracle had obviously made a mistake in the choosing. He'd once confessed his doubts to his sword master. His sword master laughed at him, 'Of course you doubt, you've yet to come face to face with the truth of it!' He then smiled at Rickert reassuringly, 'Your doubt will be a hurdle for you to overcome. But once you surpass it, it shall be a source of great strength for you. There is a calmness, a vast well of power that comes when doubt becom

Rickert turns as he hears his horse trotting up behind him. He makes a few adjustments to the bandages and looks to the girl's mother, 'What's your name?' Startled by the break in silence she quietly replies, 'Thena.' 'Thena, this is your daughter correct?' 'Yes.' 'Well we can't move her with this sticking out of her, but we can't remove it yet either. So I'm going to cut the haft off. I need you to press here...and here as i do.' he says as he moves her hands to the wound. Thena nods silently and Rickert stands and walks to Finneous who stands quietly nearby, his reigns still in the hand of Rital's brother. Finneous senses his master's an

It all happens so fast, Rital's father arrives, Rickert tries to explain, and her father attacks him! 'Why's he doing this? Are strangers really so bad?' she thinks as she watches. 'Oh no, they're coming this way!' Rital doesn't have time to get out of the way of the melee, so she ducks, hoping they'll pass by her. They don't, and as she opens her eyes and tries to untangle herself from Rickert's legs she sees her father's pitchfork driving for Rickert's stomach. Before she can even think she's already diving to protect him. The pain is mind numbing as her father's attack passes through her shoulder, pinning her to the young man beneath her.