“We just want to talk”
“Well, I don’t”
Her father sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose outside the door. How was anyone supposed to convince his headstrong daughter that her career choices would definitely be frowned upon in the town. Not that that would deter her in the least. She was nothing if not stubborn and determined, and those were good attributes for a warrior he supposed. That’s what she wanted to do anyway.
He looked at his wife of 23 years, smiling sympathetically. “Maybe you should let her”, she said.
“I just..”, he sighed again, “I don’t want her to be ridiculed for her choice. I respect her, I really do, but the Governor’s men do not”
“Don’t care”, came the voice from the other side of the door. Her mother smiled as the door swung open to reveal the obstinate 21 year old. Her dark hair was secured in a tight, almost military bun and her dark eyes exuded determination as she looked unflinchingly into her father’s eyes.
“Respect is to be earned and I cannot expect it from those I barely know. I will try again next month and they might be impressed by my perseverance. Isn’t that what you taught me?”
“Yes, sweetheart, but the Governor’s men are pigs. They do not look at women as warriors and might never agree. Do you want to while away your life on a career that might never be realised?”Her father pleaded.
“That is my choice to make”, the girl raised her chin defiantly and ended the discussion by going back into her room and closing the door.
She made her way to her dressing table and caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror. Military tights and a tunic made up her simple attire, her face devoid of any makeup. Sighing, she was just about to take off her garments when the whole world seemed to tilt to the right and she stumbled, grabbing on to her dresser to steady herself. Once the sensation had passed, she rushed out to see if her parents were alright and stepped foot on sand. Sand?
She looked around,confused and made to reach for her catapult, only to remember that she had left it at home, however far that was. She wondered if she was dreaming, if someone had drugged her into compliance and quickly voted it out since she hadn’t eaten or drunk anything outside of her own home. She was saved by further thoughts by a shadow falling over her on her left. And suddenly, everything went blank.
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