"Myrn, what what'll happen when the bad men come?" a young girl asked her mother, sitting on the floor, using charcoal to sketch on old used parchment. Her older sister looked back at her from the window, curious.
"Oh, Aishka, if they come," her mother told her gently.
"No, I mean when. What'll we do?"
"Hopefully we won't have to do anything . . . We're safe here."
"But what if we aren't?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Aishka. Where are these questions coming from?"
"My dreams," Alisha answered innocently. Her mother sighed.
"Come on, Alisha," Fera, her sister, crossed the room and helped her up, "I t
So, I wanted to try something, and that thing is taking suggestions (not commissions or anything involving money at the moment) and trying to carry them out. I think it would be fun, and I wanted to see if this will help me interact with you guys mor ...
Shian followed her friends into the large building; it was tall, long and exquisite. This was the day, the day that they be chosen to take on the responsibilities of the heroes of their home. They had trained for two years to prepare for whatever power they may receive, and then would train two more after receiving it. The building was bustling with heroes and students trying to find their best fit for who would take on the responsibility, and who would leave it behind.
Shian stuck close to her friends for a while, but they had soon dropped away one by one to approach a hero to see if they may be the best fit to take on their power