A discouraged sigh echoed through the silent, empty woods of the Sirantil Valley. The source, a young woman with short, golden-blonde hair and violet eyes frowned in distaste.
"I don't understand...I've been walking for hours and I haven't found a sign of anyone else around...Not even so much as an echo of voices..."
The female slumped against an immense tree, disgruntled. Running a hand through somewhat stringy blonde bangs, she turned her violet orbs towards the sky, which was almost completely blocked by the lush trees. Sunlight dotted through leaves over her, sending her tall silver staff glistening.
You can't get discouraged this easily, Kimira... She thought, trying to perk herself up, restraining another sigh. You can't lose sight of what you are looking for...You have to keep going... With this muse in the back of her mind, Kimira stood once more, stretching her slender and slightly pale arms over her head. She picked up her staff and wistfully traced the crescent moon on the tip, allowing memories to flow over her.
Her mother had been killed. She had no memories of why or how, only a few clues that somehow kept her moving towards the answer. The first of these was the blue gem, encircled with fine silver which she wore around her neck on a black cord. The other clues were unknown grudges. As long as her memory reached, Kimira remembered a hate for her father and Cruciare, the goddess of Torture. The ladder was a goddess in the Pagan religion the girl had come to practice. The reason for these grudges was lost within the depths of Kimira's mind, only leaving a shadow of their prescence. Along with the wings. The two deep violet, batlike wings protruding from the young girl's back. Those were a reminder of her bloodline. The blood of a Dark Angel and a human. The blood of a halfbreed. The thought of the word caused a shake in the golden hair, stirring Kimira from her mind's wanderings.
"I had better get going..." She murmured to the lonely forest. The low rumble of her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten in almost two days. "I need to find a town...Or a village at least..." With this new goal, she set out. Her bootsteps, although quiet to her ears, echoed endlessly throughout the lonely forest.
((Please forgive the crapiness of this...I'm a newbie...;_; ))