Arden O'Brian had never been what most would call 'normal'. In fact, many of the other young men and women her age thought of her as a freak. They all claimed to watch her talk to animals. They said that she would walk out of a wolf den, unharmed, or stand before an angry bear without fear. These claims, of course, were only laughed at by the older people of the town as if they were some joke. There was one young man, however, that didn't taunt, or tease Arden about her strange behavior. She didn't know his name, nor did she know anything about him. All she knew was that he wasn't one that liked to socialize much.
"Arden! Get your lazy butt up out of bed! C'mon on now. I need you to run to the bakery and pick me up some fresh loaves of bread." A ginger and grey haired woman with pale green eyes poked her daughter in the side, jolting her out of bed and onto the floor. Arden groaned and stood up, only to crawl over to her wardrobe and quickly dress in a fresh pair of everyday clothes. She tied the bodice tight around her upper body and slipped on a pair of simply leather shoes.
"Bye Mom. Leaving now." She yawned simply and raked her fingers through her semi-long, fiery auburn hair.
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