I have no idea where this came from, but enjoy it anyway.
It never crossed her mind that she would be the one chosen for this task, but she was. She, Anvia, the daughter of a stable hand and a dairymaid, the girl who could not perform the simplest of turns with a sword, sew, or cook. Her mind wandered far. How did they expect her to carry out this task? She was unprepared for such a long road, and a long road it was. Her hands shook as she told herself all that she would be leaving behind; her family, her friends, a safe place, if you could call what is was now safe.
Qrinas had once been a beautiful city but only recently had everything in the city started wilting and shrivelling away. The gardens that once bloomed high and colorful were now faded and limp, the buildings that reflected the sun now stood murky in its light, decaying from the outside in. The people were falling ill. It started with the elderly, a mysterious illness that swept past their notice until the first child was discovered to carry the same symptoms. It spread like wildfire until only a small percentage were not affected, these few happened to be all female and only those in their early teens.
The sages of Qrinas had looked through all of the ancient scrolls and only one was found to be of use. It spoke of an oracle that they must seek to receive advice from the gods on how to proceed. This oracle it named was known to speak only to those of the female kind, and only those who were of age to wed but had not yet taken a husband. The sages thought of the coincidence this was with the plague over the city and those citizens who had not been affected. Amazing that they were the only ones the oracle would speak to. The problem now was to find one who had not yet wed as children were often betrothed when they were young.
Anvia, unlike the other girls had never been betrothed to marry. She was an outcast, unwanted in other families. She was the obvious choice by the sages, and they sought her out immediately to send her away on the mission. Now she stood at the edge of the city gates looking out onto the fields and road beyond. Her heart quickened in its pace as she guided her horse through, and the gate was sealed behind her.
This was the start of her journey. She took a deep breath, refusing to look back, and lead her horse down the road, her destination in her mind’s eye. She would complete this mission set out for her, and rid the city of the plague that had befallen it. The gods knew for what reason, but she was the only one who could.
Shiloh Adlar, Sixth Year, Prefect, RQT Co-Captain"Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world." -Voltaire