The rich forest, dotted with red-leaved trees, swayed in the wind, leaves swirling from their branches. Archer sighed, it was about as perfect as perfect could be.
She sat down suddenly, as a burst of raw pain shot through her chest. It replaced all her feelings with dread and ache. It was hard to forget, even for a second, what she had been through to get to this point. Her town, destroyed; her mother, dead; she was alone now, not even the caravan of gypsies to help. Shortly after her home was destroyed by hordes of daedra, she and her mother fled and managed to survive alone until they ran into a group of traveling gypsies. Her mother had convinced them that they had valuable skills. Archer was capable of a perfect shot with her bow and brought in dinner many nights. Her mother could mend clothes and bake fairly well. It lasted, but only until a sickness plagued through the caravan, killing many of gypsies along with Archer's mother. Unable to continue there, Archer set off by herself, determined to leave all the sadness behind.
And now here she sat. With absolutely no plan as to what to do next. She squeezed the bridge of her nose; and old habit from when she used to get headaches as a child. She looked across the sky, and a slight pillar of smoke caught her eye.
13 years & 11 days ago
I shall pick my favourite three pieces, and the prizes are as follows:
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