...a dirty village, her village, in the shadow of a small keep. A small group of knights passes through, armor gleaming. An old man raises his empty palms to them, and only one knight notices. A knight in white armor - Lancelot.
Mordred. Estel sees him standing in the Great Hall as she waits to become a knight.
Her hands are shackled. She twists this way and that, breathing heavily. "No... no, you can't, you caaaAAAAAH!" And then agony, blinding agony as her body twists, mutates, transforms into something new...
Estel recoiled from the door, stunned. That wasn't her memory. But...
...she is kneeling in the dirt, scratching behind the ears of a small dog-shaped shadow. It yips and scampers around her.
"If anybody catches me playing with you," Estel whispers, but the puppy - a creature of shadow, but a puppy all the same - doesn't seem to care.
Her village burns. Estel can't stop coughing, she can't breathe, she can't --
The boy knocks her into the dirt. "Come on," he says, "On your feet." Estel scrambles back up. She'll get him next time.
Lancelot arrives in time to save them all, and Estel thinks... maybe one day, she can be like...
Estel blinked, opening her eyes. She was staring at the blue door. She knew who she was.
OOC
My character's name: Estel Herald
Character's journal link: Here.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in shimmering white armor. Tiny feathered wing decorations on her gloves and boots.
Rank of character: Great Knight.
Sacred Points obtained: 100/100
