Invoke my Name

Taking a deep breath, he gave her a warm look, of comfort and reassurance. “But myself….well. I am nothing but a soldier. I have no family other than a brother who fights beside me. I have no partner, for she had died for a cause we both believed in.” Apart from you, Valora….but now is not the time for such things…Though….maybe…“And I have no country, for it lives in peace and has no longer need for a man of war.”

That very chuckle sent a small chill down her back – it was almost foreign to see someone expressing any type of joy. He was stubborn – wasting his breath on trying to change her mind. The archer would not waste much time trying to persuade him. “I guess there is no changing your mind then, is there?” A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she placed her hand upon her hip. For a moment she glanced away, looking to the wreckage of a town she had failed to save for answers.

//You say ‘we’ like people will back you up. 

☮ - If you’d like a starter.

☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends.

✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character.

❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals.

There was nothing and no one that could save her from this grief. All innocence was lost the night the rain drops of injustice soaked through her cloths and washed away her tears from ever falling again. No – she couldn’t show what she was feeling. If she were to remove the mask void of expression, she would crumble to pieces. She knew in order to protect herself from hate and pain, she had to shield herself from love and joy. This was the cruel way of life. If only she had been born different – if only she did not have this forsaken golden eye – no, she couldn’t afford to think this way. It wasn’t her but the world who couldn’t accept her kind.

Each day she grew, the mask became one with her. The things she hid from her younger sibling, the dark secrets she kept in order to preserve Avalon’s youthfulness and naïve heart, it haunted her with every waking moment. Whenever she was alone – she reflected upon this. Despite that, it was solitude she desperately desired. It was when she was alone; the warrior was allowed to take off her mask and her armor and fall. She didn’t have to pretend to be strong and impenetrable.