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Sand… the golden sand. I still remember when I first saw her, with that crimson river pouring out of her neck, with her silvery hair laying like tears coming out from her head… In that infinite field of gold, that spot of light caught my eye and bedazzled my senses. I could not stop watching her. And I did not.

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It was late, and the shift of the royal guards was changing. The best guards had to be there to protect the landlord’s most precious possession. This was not jewels, not lands, not war machineries, not treasures. This was a woman.

Rumors said that she was as fierce and untamable as the wildest horse, yet disturbingly attractive. It was said she was not like the rest of the people of the tribe, and no one could wait to see her. According to the tradition, the elder daughter was the one who transmitted the power to the next ruler, and the sons were merely the perpetuators of the blood-line. To keep her as pure as possible, she had to remain secluded and completely apart from the world until she reached the age of twelve, learning and training herself on the feminine duties of a true queen and also on the crude arts of war, normally associated with men. This was her 14th birthday, and she was coming back. This was going to be her official presentation.

There was it, at last, the golden chariot. It was simple, but covered with a red silk roof that made it look majestic. The two guards at the city gates saw it first. There were Imran and Elledan. Imran was a novice, it was his first day also, and he was no more than 20 years old. He was there as a punishment for being late for his archery practice. “Elledan – he asked- Do you think this is going to be an exciting day?” He was sweaty and notoriously unaware of what was happening. “Exciting? You bet.” The chariot stopped and the herald ordered those two to open the gates. Suddenly, Imran noticed that the curtains were moving. “Look!” – He whispered to Elledan with an urge. Suddenly, he saw those eyes. But what he saw didn’t look as eyes to him. Those small pearls, her yellow eyes made him lose his breath. He would not be able to forget them, never. He was frozen on the spot. Elledan commanded him to open the gate and even so he didn’t change his mesmerized expression. Elledan knew what was happening to him, and he asked. Imran could not abandon his amusement; he could only breathe and uttered a few loose words. “Fire… I saw the fire. I saw her fire.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t see any fire!”
“White… Oh…so white.”
“What?”
“White… The Fire.”
“A white fire?”
“A white fire”
Elledan laughed out loud. “I want some of what you drank today!”
“White…. Fire.”

Description
Sand… the golden sand. I still remember when I first saw her, with that crimson river pouring out of her neck, with her silvery hair laying like tears coming out from her head… In that infinite field of gold, that spot of light caught my eye and bedazzled my senses. I could not stop watching her. And I did not.

---

It was late, and the shift of the royal guards was changing. The best guards had to be there to protect the landlord’s most precious possession. This was not jewels, not lands, not war machineries, not treasures. This was a woman.

Rumors said that she was as fierce and untamable as the wildest horse, yet disturbingly attractive. It was said she was not like the rest of the people of the tribe, and no one could wait to see her. According to the tradition, the elder daughter was the one who transmitted the power to the next ruler, and the sons were merely the perpetuators of the blood-line. To keep her as pure as possible, she had to remain secluded and completely apart from the world until she reached the age of twelve, learning and training herself on the feminine duties of a true queen and also on the crude arts of war, normally associated with men. This was her 14th birthday, and she was coming back. This was going to be her official presentation.

There was it, at last, the golden chariot. It was simple, but covered with a red silk roof that made it look majestic. The two guards at the city gates saw it first. There were Imran and Elledan. Imran was a novice, it was his first day also, and he was no more than 20 years old. He was there as a punishment for being late for his archery practice. “Elledan – he asked- Do you think this is going to be an exciting day?” He was sweaty and notoriously unaware of what was happening. “Exciting? You bet.” The chariot stopped and the herald ordered those two to open the gates. Suddenly, Imran noticed that the curtains were moving. “Look!” – He whispered to Elledan with an urge. Suddenly, he saw those eyes. But what he saw didn’t look as eyes to him. Those small pearls, her yellow eyes made him lose his breath. He would not be able to forget them, never. He was frozen on the spot. Elledan commanded him to open the gate and even so he didn’t change his mesmerized expression. Elledan knew what was happening to him, and he asked. Imran could not abandon his amusement; he could only breathe and uttered a few loose words. “Fire… I saw the fire. I saw her fire.”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t see any fire!”
“White… Oh…so white.”
“What?”
“White… The Fire.”
“A white fire?”
“A white fire”
Elledan laughed out loud. “I want some of what you drank today!”
“White…. Fire.”