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For the fantasy lovers
[ In the wintry nation of Avelon, the young lass Leontine Windsor is close to the ideal Avelian: a young Dragon hunter, a fairly pretty lady, with as much patience and wisdom as a youthful girl is allowed. Though she strives to reach "maturity" in slaying a grand Dragon for ritual, she may find within the next couple of weeks that there are other conflicts in the way of achieving this, many of which include an oncoming journey that may take her far past home. ]
[ Note: this has a very medieval/ancient roman feel, depending on where the story takes you]
The silhouette of the mountain range Ixia, with it's snow covered jagged edges, stood out harshly against the dimming sky. Even in the mere darkness, it's looming shape remained evident to those who lived near it. It's unimaginably massive structure cast the darkest of shadows when the nights began to close in, and in some areas glowed blindingly white when exposed to the full sun.
This mountain range was a colossal masterpiece of nature, practically a monument to the nation of Avelon. It was somewhat beautiful in all of its complexities, harshness. On the few days when the winter broke, Ixia was looked at like Olympus, high and grand in all its glamour and mystery.
Just like Ixia, the nation of Avelon in which it resided was aptly named. Centuries and centuries before, the forefathers of this nation arrived and observed that it was a land filled with contradictions, a part of the earth bestowed upon them with a cold beauty and an atmosphere of pure holiness. Most of the time, the winds from lands far past Ixia would sweep into the area violently, while at other times it was as gentle as the ocean's breeze. The forefathers also saw that this land was always covered in snow, which somehow gave a spark of nature's life to the wide plains, thick forests and outstretched mountain ranges. With this observation, the forefathers named this land "Avel," deriving from the Greek meaning of "breath," for the beauty and the winds and the snow seemed as if it was where the earth was breathing, bringing forth life in nations past this one. Avel became Avelon about five centuries later, when the nation reached it's full potential and became a small capital in the desolate landscape.
Aside from its beauty and its strangely enchanting atmosphere, Avelon had many more captivating features for one not familiar with this wintry home. Its palace, for instance, though small in comparison to those in the neighboring nations, was still majestic with its light stones, as pale and the same color of ivory. The art works around the capital, made of the ice that rarely melted, adorned Avelon like perfect jewels from the earth itself. There are many more to exemplify why Avelon is named Avelon.
This nation, however, had another side to it. More than Ixia, its beautiful snow, and ivory structures, Avelon was most known as the home of the Dragons, and more importantly the home of the Dragon hunters. Contrary to common belief, the hunters of Avelon did not hunt Dragons for game. Such an act was considered sinful and merciless. Avelon hunters instead hunted a small amount of Dragons, compared to the Dragon population, for ritual and spiritual beliefs. They hunted even a smaller number for selling their scales or for medical uses. If anyone really knew anything, it was that Avelon bred superior warriors, and becoming one took talent, years of training, wisdom, and was paired with exclusiveness. Avelon's hunters were considered some of the best fighters, for if a person can take on a Dragon, then they can take on an army.
All together, Avelon and Avelon's people were ironic entities. The people of Avelon were gentle people built for harsh climates and situations. They were warm, yet cautious. They were glamorous, while at the same time simple.
If one were to look for the perfect Avelian, they would find it with 20-year-old Leontine Windsor, a loyal daughter to both her father and her nation, and an aspiring Dragon hunter. On this particular day, she was staring out from the ledge of the cliff that hung over the plains, which stretched between the city itself and Ixia. She was looking at that same mountain range as the sun went down behind it and quickly bathed the land in a stark darkness. Like clockwork, she felt a light creep up upon her on that very moment. It was when the sun went down that the entire city lit their torches in time with the oncoming night. Her father would probably be calling her inside in a few minutes time, but meanwhile, she would stay out in the cold and muse over her most beloved memories.
As a harsh wind swept in, Leontine pulled in her fur lined cloak closer to her, rubbing the tops up to her face in order to warm her cheeks. She rubbed her thinly gloved hands together as she began to sink into an electrifying reverie. Closing her eyes momentarily, she drew back the feeling of when she first plunged her blade into the belly of a lowly Dragon. Though a low Dragon it certainly was, his blood on her hands felt as warm as the sun, and his scales against her clothed skin burned like heated iron. Though rather cruel as it may seem, Leontine was enjoying it as a normal hunter, sorry to commit the death of the homeland's creature, but excited at making her first kill. And besides, the blood of a Dragon had phenomenal powers when it touched the body, so it is typical for a hunter to feel a sense of rejuvenation and high.
Leontine opened her eyes, the blackness of the night enveloping her one last time before she turned around to the city's warmth. Her father was probably calling her at this moment, but she was out of earshot, being so far away from the heart of the city. With that same blade she killed that Dragon bouncing against her back and hidden underneath her cloak, she began to walk back to her father, along with a city who's residents had mixed feelings about a lovely young lass with such an interesting past.
Sweet Amorette · Wed Dec 15, 2010 @ 10:08am · 0 Comments |
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