The Forgotten Lands
Alsana was shocked by the news. She couldn’t believe that it was she and her three closest friends that were chosen to kill the Gulrich. She was only a simple farm maiden who cooked and cleaned for the Lords and Ladies of the village. Why pick her? That question could never be answered.
Alsana was not the fairest of woman, small in height with soft, long auburn hair that swayed as she walked. She wore rather plain clothes, a forest green dress and tiny walking shoes that never uttered a sound. On the whole, she was just ordinary.
A sparrow circled the sky at dawn, symbolising a new day. Alsana woke with a yawn and clambered out of her scruffy, old bed. She padded along the concrete floor towards her dressing chamber. Her bedroom was extremely small with only a single bed as its contents although there was a large window above her bed where the sun peered down at her every morning. Above all, her bedroom was homely. Alsana rubbed her eyes as she slumped into her sorry excuse for a bath. It was a huge, iron tub with grime creeping up the sides. She had never had enough time to wash it. Always scrubbing everything else! She made sure she washed everywhere. Under her fingernails and in between her toes. It might be her last wash.
“ How will I get through this?,” she asked herself as she violently washed her hair.
After bathing in the grime filled pit, Alsana got dressed into her plain clothes. A dark purple dress that clung to her as she moved, her light walking shoes and a beautiful little locket that she always held close. It was her mother’s, who had past away just as Alsana turned three. The necklace was a part of the young woman, never leaving her neck. She packed some essentials, food, clothing and some extra belongings and then straightened herself and strutted through the front door.
