Post by Ematai on Jul 31, 2007 21:17:03 GMT -5
Ematai was born and raised on the outskirts of the Dragoon Encampment. Her father, born and raised in the same house, was a Dragoon fighter, a man that never advanced very far in ranks. He loved to fight and fought whenever he could. This just left Ematai's mother to take care of the 7 children [The oldest, Richard; Tilivia; Ematai; Pratron; the twins, Isiris and Wesly; and the youngest, James] alone. Of course Richard helped his mother out.
When he turned 16, he left the comforts of home and went off to fight along side his father. Ematai was only 14 when Richard, in his second battle, died. Devastation bestowed the family, their father came home and for a year, mourned the loss of his eldest son.
After that year of mourning was completed, Ematai turned 15 and picked up her first sword. Her father was estatic with her abilities, though shabby, do-able. He brought his eldest daughter, and now eldest son, to the camp to have them trained. Tilivia trained in the art of the bow while Ematai followed her father with the sword and shield. She didn't enter her first battle until a year later, the same age as Richard. Her father didn't let her get into the fightings though, keeping her in the back with her brother Tilivia. After that first battle, her father declared a no. He was too frightened of loosing another child to war and kept them at home next time he went into battle.
Tilivia was furious as he watched his father ride off to war. He wanted to go! Pratron tried to plead with him, telling him to stay home. It was best for everyone, and plus, they needed both Ematai and Tilivia for the harvest that was soon to come. Both of them agreed to stay and they went inside. That night though, they grabbed their weapons and a lone horse that was left in the stables, and set off towards battle.
When they finally halted for the remainder of the night, their tiny camp was attacked by wolves. Ematai fought bravely, as did Tilivia, but there were just too many wolves.
When Ematai woke up, she found herself alone in a tiny room. She was laying on the ground, a few animal skins below her. She moaned as she attempted to sit up. She finally gave up and was content just to gaze down at her body. She had white cloth wrapped around the greater part of her body and her left leg was in a stint. She was just falling back into unconsciousness when she heard a moving of cloth and a raspy voice.
The next time Ematai woke up, her body was fully clothed and not a single piece of white cloth was wrapped around her. She sat up and only a tiny headache tugged on her brain. She was sitting in a small, windowless, room. There was a piece of gray cloth hanging from the wall at the foot of her makeshift bed and her sword leaning against the wall across from the door.
Ematai stood up and grimaced as her headache got bigger. She took a deep breath, grabbed her sword, and walked out the cloth covered door. Sitting on a small stool by a small fireplace, in a bigger, yet still small room, was a hunched over old lady. She was stirring something in a pot that hung over the fire. Ematai stood by the door, her sword hung limply in her right hand, for a while before the old lady spoke.
"Have a seat. Your standings making me nervous." Ematai sat down by the old lady, her legs crossed Indian style. The old lady explained to Ematai how she found Ematai near dead surrounded by raging wolves. The old lady scared them away, much to Ematai's surprise, and saved Ematai. Unfortunately, Tilivia couldn't be saved. The old lady took Ematai back to her home and nursed her back to health. Slowly taking away all her scars, and healing her leg.
"9 months," The old lady replied to Ematai's question. "9 months since I saved you." The old lady looked at Ematai for the first time. "I did a great deed when I saved you, but also tore something away from you." The look in the lady's eyes were sad. "I took you away from your family. For 9 months now you have been here, and away from them. They think you to be dead. They mourned you, you're brother. They are excepting your death now. They don't want you now." The old lady stood up then and shuffled over to a corner of the room where she picked up a small bag that had blended in with the dirt floor. She handed it to Ematai after she sat back down.
Inside the bag was Tilivia's black headband. Slowly, Ematai pulled it out and sobbed. She rocked back and forth on the ground for a good 20 minutes before the old lady handed her some clean liquid from the pot. "Drink this," she said, saying it would help with the pain.
For another 3 months Ematai spent her time with the old lady slowly gaining her strength back. When she finally left with only her sword in her hand and the black headband on her head, she took a deep breath. She was out on her own and the only thing to do now was head home.
When he turned 16, he left the comforts of home and went off to fight along side his father. Ematai was only 14 when Richard, in his second battle, died. Devastation bestowed the family, their father came home and for a year, mourned the loss of his eldest son.
After that year of mourning was completed, Ematai turned 15 and picked up her first sword. Her father was estatic with her abilities, though shabby, do-able. He brought his eldest daughter, and now eldest son, to the camp to have them trained. Tilivia trained in the art of the bow while Ematai followed her father with the sword and shield. She didn't enter her first battle until a year later, the same age as Richard. Her father didn't let her get into the fightings though, keeping her in the back with her brother Tilivia. After that first battle, her father declared a no. He was too frightened of loosing another child to war and kept them at home next time he went into battle.
Tilivia was furious as he watched his father ride off to war. He wanted to go! Pratron tried to plead with him, telling him to stay home. It was best for everyone, and plus, they needed both Ematai and Tilivia for the harvest that was soon to come. Both of them agreed to stay and they went inside. That night though, they grabbed their weapons and a lone horse that was left in the stables, and set off towards battle.
When they finally halted for the remainder of the night, their tiny camp was attacked by wolves. Ematai fought bravely, as did Tilivia, but there were just too many wolves.
When Ematai woke up, she found herself alone in a tiny room. She was laying on the ground, a few animal skins below her. She moaned as she attempted to sit up. She finally gave up and was content just to gaze down at her body. She had white cloth wrapped around the greater part of her body and her left leg was in a stint. She was just falling back into unconsciousness when she heard a moving of cloth and a raspy voice.
The next time Ematai woke up, her body was fully clothed and not a single piece of white cloth was wrapped around her. She sat up and only a tiny headache tugged on her brain. She was sitting in a small, windowless, room. There was a piece of gray cloth hanging from the wall at the foot of her makeshift bed and her sword leaning against the wall across from the door.
Ematai stood up and grimaced as her headache got bigger. She took a deep breath, grabbed her sword, and walked out the cloth covered door. Sitting on a small stool by a small fireplace, in a bigger, yet still small room, was a hunched over old lady. She was stirring something in a pot that hung over the fire. Ematai stood by the door, her sword hung limply in her right hand, for a while before the old lady spoke.
"Have a seat. Your standings making me nervous." Ematai sat down by the old lady, her legs crossed Indian style. The old lady explained to Ematai how she found Ematai near dead surrounded by raging wolves. The old lady scared them away, much to Ematai's surprise, and saved Ematai. Unfortunately, Tilivia couldn't be saved. The old lady took Ematai back to her home and nursed her back to health. Slowly taking away all her scars, and healing her leg.
"9 months," The old lady replied to Ematai's question. "9 months since I saved you." The old lady looked at Ematai for the first time. "I did a great deed when I saved you, but also tore something away from you." The look in the lady's eyes were sad. "I took you away from your family. For 9 months now you have been here, and away from them. They think you to be dead. They mourned you, you're brother. They are excepting your death now. They don't want you now." The old lady stood up then and shuffled over to a corner of the room where she picked up a small bag that had blended in with the dirt floor. She handed it to Ematai after she sat back down.
Inside the bag was Tilivia's black headband. Slowly, Ematai pulled it out and sobbed. She rocked back and forth on the ground for a good 20 minutes before the old lady handed her some clean liquid from the pot. "Drink this," she said, saying it would help with the pain.
For another 3 months Ematai spent her time with the old lady slowly gaining her strength back. When she finally left with only her sword in her hand and the black headband on her head, she took a deep breath. She was out on her own and the only thing to do now was head home.