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I started this story while on vacation with my family and a friend. Me and my friend (who's also a writer) missed writing and posting things on writing.com. So we decided to do a writing exercise and just, well, write. This story beginning just came out of nowhere, but I liked it a lot and will probably continue it. I wrote it by hand (thank goodness I could read it!) and decided to put it up here when I got home, so... enjoy! R&R please! -P.S. it doesn't have a title yet. CHAPTER ONE: Ara The crickets were the only things to be heard in the area of nighttime ambiance. The air was cool and clean, and a light breeze made its way through the small village made of sun baked clay homes. A few of the branches in the trees that lay in one of the houses courtyards swayed gracefully, almost lazily. The leaves were green, and the ground laden with flower petals beneath them. The flames in the small lamps lining the courtyard flickered calmly. The entire world spoke of peace. At least that's what Ara had decided. Ara was a young woman, not older than seventeen, who was slim, with porcelain skin (unusual for the people in her area), and beautiful dark hair. She had thoughtful, kind blue eyes, and two dimples that would appear occasionally on her cheeks... but only when she truly smiled. Ara softly touched her right wrist. At the moment, it was unadorned, meaning that she was not yet married. But tonight would be the last. Because, like most girls of her time and age, she was to be wedded off to a suitor. Seth had been her friend since she was two, and he four. And she had many memories of them playing in the fields by the village, picking wild strawberries, searching for faerie tracks in the forest, and otherwise causing general mischief. But when she was twelve he'd gone away, training to be a warrior. She hadn't known if she'd see him again, so she was shocked beyond belief to hear that he was to be the one to marry her. How was he going to be after all these years? Would they even get along together anymore? And, more importantly, was she even ready for this? "How is my sparrow?" A gentle voice from behind her startled her so that she almost fell off the stone bench. "Papa." She smiled sadly, ashamed of her own thoughts. He sat her down and took a seat next to her. "Your fretting about the morning, aren't you." He said, rather than asked. Ara looked down. "How am I to even know him anymore?" She asked. "People change, Ara." Her father said. "But with any luck he'll still be able to put up with your stubbornness." He smiled. Her father was at least 12 years older than her mother, but they loved each other dearly. In fact, Ara would have been married herself to a much older man, but the life expectancy of their country of late was too short to risk the chance of someone being widowed young. For no man could marry a widow. He looked at her lovingly, and sighed. "Its hard, you know. Giving away your only daughter." "Oh papa." Ara hooked her arms around his neck, and smiled at him. A flash of recognition went across his face. "You have your mothers eyes, you know. Those strange, eyes of water, or of sky." He smiled. "Ara! Ara?" "And here she comes." Her father winked. "Ara! Oh, Ara." Her mother emerged from the house, panting, with her usually pristinely kept hair a little loose in the front. "There you are! What are you thinking, staying out so late? And especially tonight! Oh!" She let out a squeal that was as much excitement as it was anxiety. "Come! You have a long day tomorrow, and it wont do for you to meet your husband with bags under your eyes." Ara sighed, but forced herself to stand. Her father stood and was barely able to kiss her on the cheek before her mother rushed her inside. He sighed as they left, and blew out the light. "Goodnight... my sparrow."
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