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I could feel it all so clearly. The scent of dust, kicked up by my strides. The grass crackling under my bare feet as I ran. The glaring heat of the sun. My own sweat lathered body. The gentle kiss of the faint breeze on my face. My breath roared into my lungs as I ran, racing through the mid day wasteland, towards a shadowy building in the near distance.

I was racing towards my home.

The peel of a bell rang in my ears as I neared the massive wooden door, clad in a leather body suit.

I could feel it all so clearly...

...then my alarm woke me up.

"Awwww, I hate alarm clocks!" I shouted, standing up with a hiss as I batted at the clock's off switch. It took several pats for me to even find the damn thing, but I did. "Mmm…" I yawned sleepily as I rubbed my eyes, turning to look out the window at the bright yellow sunshine.

"That dream… that was back when I was a squire, wasn't it…?" I said to myself, curling my legs up against my body as I laid back down on my bed, letting myself get washed away by the memory…

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I had been sixteen years old at the time. I remember that I had been living in an orphanage before that for a long time. There hadn't been many of us, but we had always gotten along fairly. I had been the only girl out of seven children, so I kinda grew up a little… tomboyish. Say another word and I'll kill you.

Anyway.

I remember that the dorm caretaker had introduced me to weapons herself, actually. Too bad I can't remember what they all were, or even looked like. That had been back when I was five or six. When I was ten, I was sent to a boarding school nearby so that I could learn how to protect myself in the world. Come to think of it, I was the last one that had been in that orphanage… I wonder what happened to it. It's been forever since I thought about it.

Eeeep, I'm getting distracted again. Sorry. Anyway, to cut a long winded explanation short, I learned the fine points of swordplay at that school. People called me a prodigy, though I think using a sword is just common sense. I mean, seriously. All you do is move it and it cuts. How hard is that?

I'm getting off track again. I spent several years in that boarding school, till my teachers felt that I should train to become a knight. And that's where it all began…

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I could feel it all so clearly. The scent of dust, kicked up by my strides. The grass crackling under my bare feet as I ran. The glaring heat of the sun. My own sweat lathered body. The gentle kiss of the faint breeze on my face. My breath roared into my lungs as I ran, racing through the mid day wasteland, towards a shadowy building in the near distance.

I was racing towards my home.

The peel of a bell rang in my ears as I neared the massive wooden door, clad in a leather body suit.

I could feel it all so clearly...

...then my alarm woke me up.

"Awwww, I hate alarm clocks!" I shouted, standing up with a hiss as I batted at the clock's off switch. It took several pats for me to even find the damn thing, but I did. "Mmm…" I yawned sleepily as I rubbed my eyes, turning to look out the window at the bright yellow sunshine.

"That dream… that was back when I was a squire, wasn't it…?" I said to myself, curling my legs up against my body as I laid back down on my bed, letting myself get washed away by the memory…

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I had been sixteen years old at the time. I remember that I had been living in an orphanage before that for a long time. There hadn't been many of us, but we had always gotten along fairly. I had been the only girl out of seven children, so I kinda grew up a little… tomboyish. Say another word and I'll kill you.

Anyway.

I remember that the dorm caretaker had introduced me to weapons herself, actually. Too bad I can't remember what they all were, or even looked like. That had been back when I was five or six. When I was ten, I was sent to a boarding school nearby so that I could learn how to protect myself in the world. Come to think of it, I was the last one that had been in that orphanage… I wonder what happened to it. It's been forever since I thought about it.

Eeeep, I'm getting distracted again. Sorry. Anyway, to cut a long winded explanation short, I learned the fine points of swordplay at that school. People called me a prodigy, though I think using a sword is just common sense. I mean, seriously. All you do is move it and it cuts. How hard is that?

I'm getting off track again. I spent several years in that boarding school, till my teachers felt that I should train to become a knight. And that's where it all began…