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Posted: Oct 12 2017, 03:42 AM
Old • Celestial Human • N/A • Sanremo, Italy
Once Upon a Time...
Ariah is the kind of girl that has skin someone would kill for. Always soft, always smooth. The only problem with that is that she tends to burn really easily. She doesn't tan, she burns. Her hair is typically kept at a longer length, and it's almost always in an untidy collection of black curls (inherited from her mother) unless she's cleaned up for a concert. Her go-to is to just gather it all up into a ponytail while she works on composing. If the light hits it just right, though, her hair might give off a brownish sheen. Her eyes are reminiscent of dark chocolate, a brown so deep that sometimes, they may appear black. It's easy to get sucked into her eyes.
She doesn't really have any prominent bone structure in her face. Her jawline slopes into a gentle curve of her chin. She's a little below average for height, and she has a more petite figure to her. Even with her height, her proportions give her legs for days. That being said, she's not afraid to show off her legs with a skirt or a shorter dress, accentuated with a statement piece (like a prominent necklace or a shiny bracelet), especially in modern day. These days, she prefers dark or muted colors, nothing flashy or bright. She loves skirts and tights, and often keeps her clothes tightly fitted or form-fitting. Nothing drives her crazy more than loose or ill-fitting clothes. Though her ears are pierced, she only wears earrings for special events or occasions.
She has a small tattoo of the constellation Cancer on the inside of her right ankle, a deep blue that almost appears black. She has a light hand with her makeup, often going for no-makeup makeup looks. Rarely will she darken or glam it up.
TW: blood, death, carnage, curse words
Ariah looked around her bedroom as she tried to fit the back of her earring against the small metal stick that pierced her ear. It was hard considering she was wearing silky black gloves that stopped right past her elbow. She was on her way to the Italian opera with a few of her close friends, and she was beyond excited. She needed to finish getting ready, though. The show started soon. And any minute now, her friends would be knocking down her door.
She was excited. They were on their way to see an opera that she had helped compose. Under a male pseudonym, of course. Her friends knew her secret, but even in modern day, a secret like that was best kept under wraps. She moved over to her vanity, taking a seat to do one final check on her makeup and to pick out some more jewelry. In her jewelry box, she dug around for a necklace to wear, but she paused when she saw an old, gold locket. A bit hesitantly, she picked it up, opening the squeaky metal hinge and looking at the picture inside. On one side was a picture of her parents in front of their home back in Cancer.
Ariah watched her dad's long, slender fingers hit the ivory keys. Each note struck piqued her interest more. It was unlike anything she had heard before. She loved listening to her mother play the harp, but this was different. It was... still pure, but less flighty. She loved it. She shifted on his knee and peeked at the keys, slowly raising a hand and striking a random key in the middle of his song. He gave her a look, which she returned with a sheepish smile. "You wanna learn how to play?" he asked. She nodded excitedly. He nodded along with her. "I bet you could compose some beautiful music someday."Her fingers traced over the almost-faded faces of her parents. She didn't need a photograph to remember them. She would never forget them. Her fingers fell onto the other side of the locket, over a picture of a handsome man with long, flowing hair, dressed in his finest attire. She smiled sadly at the picture.
"Why?" the toddler asked.
"Music is a language. And if you're lucky, you'll inherit the gift that your grandfather had--The Gift of Tongues."
"What's that?" Ariah asked.
"It's a special gift that follows the Eran line. My father had it, and his grandfather had it. Typically, every other generation, an Eran is bestowed with the gift to speak any language. And music is a language in and of itself."
"Music is just a way to relate feelings to someone, or to tell a story. It's quite beautiful. My father was a wonderful composer, and maybe one day, you will be, too."
"Okay, that's enough, now."
Ariah's hands tapped the piano keys idly, trying to find the right tune, trying to find the right rhythm, sound, feeling. The piano was several years old, the one in the same her father had before her, and her music room was actually a detached room next to their house, closer to the edge of the water. The windows were open, and the thin white curtains fluttered as a warm breeze blew through.
"Ariah?" The girl looked up from the keys to see her father approaching with an envelope in his hand. Her mother stayed in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "You have a summons," her father continued.
"A summons?" she repeated. Like... a royal summons? What could the royal family possibly want from her? She was a good girl, she didn't do anything illegal, and she loved her home. She hesitantly took the envelope from his hand. The parchment was thick, and it was sealed with wax, pressed with the crest of the royal family of Cancer. She popped the wax from the parchment and pulled out an elegant letter. She paused for a second to admire the detail that went into this piece of paper. She was silent as she read over it. Her eyes traced every line, multiple times, trying to wrap her head around what was being asked of her.
her mother asked. "The royal family wants me to help compose for an upcoming party." She looked up at her father with a beaming smile. He returned the grin. She had worked so hard for this, composing and performing, slowly making her way to the top musical talent of Cancer, and now all of her hard work was finally being acknowledged. She stood from the piano bench and crashed into her father, hugging him tightly. Soon, she felt her mother join the embrace, as well.
"I'm so proud of you, Ariah," she whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you guys, too."
"Do you love him?" her mom asked.
Ariah's leg swung as it hung off of the edge of her bed. "I don't know what love is supposed to feel like," she replied. "I've never really had a boyfriend before." She clutched her pillow to her chest a bit tighter, cheeks pink. "And... he's way out of my league, Mom. What could a royal like him possibly find interesting about some low-class girl like me? You know?" She let out a small huff of defeat. "And his brothers..." She shook her head. "They're a little... much."
"Well, you're not dating his brothers. And you're not low-class, dear." Her mother ran a hand through Ariah's hair. "We're middle-class. Average. And if that hasn't stopped him yet, then I sincerely doubt he cares about something as trivial as that." It was quiet between them for a moment as Ariah leaned against her mother. Then the elder woman asked, "Is he at least a good kisser?"
Blood. Carnage. Death. That's what she woke to. Screams filtered in with the warm breeze through her open windows. She had fallen asleep in her music room, curled up and hidden away in a pile of thick blankets on the floor. When she first woke, she was disoriented. Her eyes felt crusty from the dried tears that put her to sleep. There was an untouched plate of food in front of her from hours before she fell asleep.
Each scream, each begging cry pierced her ears and her heart. She leapt from the floor, ignoring the ache in her back or the crick in her neck, going over to the white windowsill. Darkness of night, and darkness of the Nightmare Men approaching. Is this the same thing that happened to the constellations before? She was told that they would be safe, that the forces of Cancer would stop them before they invaded.
Clearly, that wasn't true.
"No," she mumbled. She slammed the window closed and took in a few deep breaths. They were coming, and they were coming fast. She had to get out. She had to go.
She scrambled for the door, and she nearly tripped over her own feet as she made a dash for the main house. "Mom, Dad!" she called. She opened the sliding glass door to their humble home. She heard screams coming from down the hall. She knew what would be in there. She knew that she might not have escaped herself if she tried to help her parents. But that didn't matter. "Audax at Fidelis," she mumbled to herself before charging down the hall. But when she opened the door to her parents' room, there was nothing left but carnage. The room was cold. Their blood was soaked into the white sheets and organs were sprawled across the cream carpet. Nausea overtook her. Her world started to spin. She immediately ducked out, stumbling back down the hall. She was going to be sick. It took everything she had to stay upright, including the help of the wall she was leaned against.
She had to get to her ship, get to... get to somewhere safe.
Ariah was so nervous. Her corset was so tight, her long hair was curled and pulled into a high ponytail, leaving the curls to cascade across her upper back. The dress she wore was a bright sky blue, and it was embroidered with gold. Her mother did the embroidery herself. Her parents sprung for her to get this dress just for this occasion. She couldn't thank them enough. At the time, she thought it was beautiful, but now that she was here, walking with the prince of Cancri, she felt so plain, too plain.She heard a honk coming from outside, so she grabbed her diamond-studded choker and hurriedly secured it around her neck, then she grabbed her clutch and headed outside, where a small car full of her girlfriends waited. They all shrieked when they saw her. She just shook her head with a chuckle as she approached the vehicle. Clearly, they had started the drinking early.
She was also nervous to meet her co-composer. Erion Geminorum himself, a wonderful composer from Gemini. She adored his work, and to think that she would actually be working with him? It was crazy. This opportunity would make or break her career.
The room they walked into was gorgeous, a lighter blue than her dress. As soon as her eyes landed on her fellow composer, also a royal (and also above her own class), she knew that she was way underdressed for the occasion. Worry started to fill her mind. Prince Caspian introduced her, and she did the polite thing and curtsied. But she wasn't really used to curtsying, so maybe she curtsied too hard, too deep, deep enough for her curls to fall over her shoulder. Almost immediately after she rose, Caspian excused himself to deal with some other business. Well, at least she would only have the pressure of trying to impress one royal instead of two.
The only problem was the silence after Caspian left. It was thick and tense. How should she even approach one of her composing heroes? However, he ended up being the one to break the silence. "It's n-nice to m-meet you M-Ms. Ariah. I'm a fan of your w-work," he stuttered out. Oh? He knew of her work? He was actually a fan? What? Her cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink, and there was no stopping the smile that came across her lips. She couldn't help but to wonder why he was so nervous. She was the one that should have been scrutinized.
"Thank you," she started. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Erion." Mr. Erion? Really? He was a prince. Also, should she curtsey again? She had no idea. She did a small, mini-curtsey, but she was taken aback when he waved his hand.
"J-just Erion, ok?"
She relaxed a little, and her smile widened. "Well, Just Erion, I'm just Ariah then." He nodded, and the quiet settled between them. This one was... more comfortable. Just a quiet acknowledgement of each other. Ariah used it to take in the details of this man in front of her. His long hair, his bright green eyes, his timid-but-sweet demeanor. And if she was being honest with herself, he was pretty cute, too.
"Should, um, w-we start then?"
Ariah snapped out of her own thoughts. "Oh. Yes. Of course." She approached the piano bench and took a seat, only fighting with her dress a tad bit, and pulled out some sheet music from her bag. No actual work got done, though. She ended up talking to Erion for hours. She quickly picked up that his stutter was a part of him, but as soon as the thought entered her mind, it was gone just as quickly. She didn't care much about how he said the things he did, she was just interested in what he had to say at all.
It was the most fun she had had with a person outside of her friend group in a long time. And all they did was talk. After he left, and when she was waiting for her father to come and pick her up, she found herself wondering if they would even get any work done the next time they got together. Probably not.
And she was absolutely fine with that.
(scene about canoodling)
(scene about fight)
Ariah lay wrapped up in a pile of blankets on the cold wooden floor of her music room. The lights were off, but that didn't stop the light from filtering in through the windows. Her face was red, tear-stained, and her eyes were glassy. Her heart felt like it had been squeezed and squeezed until there was nothing left. Her head ached from the constant tears, but they couldn't stop. Under the blankets, her hand clenched the locket around her neck.
There was a light knock on her door. She didn't say anything. Her father came in anyways with a tray of food. "Ariah? Sweetie?" She didn't say anything, didn't look at him. He kneeled down next to her and set down the tray of dinner, and he picked up the tray of untouched lunch, setting it aside. "Baby," he mumbled, his tone insistent. "What happened?"
She didn't say anything for a moment. When she finally mustered up the power to say anything, her voice was already broken. "I don't know," she murmured back. It took her another moment to continue. "They couldn't find his body."
"Maybe he escaped."
"Why wouldn't he come here? For me?" Her icy eyes finally dared to look at her father. She could see the concern on his face. "Maybe he escaped, but maybe he got turned into one of those..." She nearly choked on the word, "Nightmares. Like Koz." Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Maybe he was one of the bodies too badly damaged to be identified." She held back a sob, but just barely. She lurched like she was letting one out, but she was silent. "I love him, Dad. I thought he was going to propose to me. I thought we were going to always be together." She couldn't hold back her sobs any longer. "A-And..." She sucked in a breath, but it came out like a squeak. "I love h-him..."
"Ariah..." Her father pulled out a handkerchief and used it to dab away the crocodile tears. "You have to have faith that he's alright. This is a crazy time we're in right now. With the war and the attacks on the constellations... He must have known that this was going to happen, and he must have escaped. Have faith, my dear." He leaned down and pecked Ariah's forehead. Her tears had slowed, but they hadn't stopped.
"Can I be left alone, please?"
He looked at his beautiful daughter with sad eyes, but slowly, he nodded. "Of course. Your mother and I will be inside if you need us. I love you, Ariah. So, so much."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
He gave her one last kiss before returning inside. Little did either of them know, that would be the last time she saw him alive.
"Ariah! You look so gorgeous!" her friend Catalina commented as she climbed into the passenger seat. In the backseat, her friends Maria and Fiona agreed. "Thank you, ladies," she chuckled out. It was just a bunch of chatter until they made it to the opera house. They were a bit early yet, but that was all fine and dandy with Ariah. Easier to get to their seats. They turned in their tickets and picked up their playbills, then headed to the balcony.
Ariah took her seat alongside her girls, and she got caught up talking with her friends. The time passed quickly, and before they knew it, the lights were dimmed and the curtains were drawing back to reveal the first decoration set on the stage. The first thing that Ariah's eyes drew to was the large outline of a ship among cardboard tides.
When Ariah got to the docks, she wasted no time boarding her airship and getting the hell out of there. As she was starting it up, though, she could see the Fearlings approaching. "C'mon," she mumbled, trying to crank the ship to life. She tried three times, all without success. The Fearlings were drawing nearer, already at the docks. Her heart slammed in her chest. She couldn't let this happen to her, not like this. "Come on!" She gave the engine a harsh kick, then tried to rev it once more. This time, it came to life, and Ariah wasted no time pulling away from the docks and heading any direction away from her constellation.Your freeform application goes here. Go wild! Remember to write in such a way that we can infer your character's appearance, personality, and history- but don't feel bonded by traditional writing styles!
She was coming in fast, too fast, and her ship was already in shambles from the meteor field she had plowed through. There was no way she was going to have a soft landing. As she got closer to the blue and green planet, she could tell that the blue was water. Great. She would just crash and drown. She held onto anything she could as her airship plowed through the atmosphere and crashed into the deep blues of the foreign waters. ______________
Two days. That's how long she was floating. She was soaked, resting on the wooden remnants of what had been the floorboard of her airship, curled up tight into a ball to retain what little warmth she had left. She had no food, and the water around her was salt water. Not for drinking. It was so cold enough for her to see her own breath, which came out in shaky puffs. Her arm was definitely broken. She had several cuts along her legs. The long skirt she wore, she had torn to tend to her wounds. All she had to shield her was her torn skirt and a thin blouse. Her fingertips and her lips were blue, and all she could hope for was that she would drift to land before she died, but that was unlikely. This was it for her.
She knew she couldn't cry, she needed to retain what moisture her body had left if she wanted to survive, but her emotions overtook her. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her hand clutched the locket that hung from her neck. "I'm coming, Dad," she mumbled. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm coming, Mom." A tear wriggled loose from her eye. "I'm coming, Erion."
She heard a faint voice. What? She managed to push herself up onto her elbows, though she was shaking. "Hello?" she hoarsely whispered out. Why was it so foggy? She heard another distant shout behind her. She looked behind her, and there was the giant frame of what appeared to be a ship. Her eyes widened, and adrenaline helped her to sit up, though she was hunched over, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Hey!" she tried to call, but it was still that hoarse whisper. "Here! Right here! I'm right here!"
She locked eyes with a strangely-dressed person that peered over the edge of the ship. She could hear them, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. He pointed at her and called out, and then three more heads peered over the edge. Then there was a bunch of shouting. Her heart slammed in her chest. She wasn't sure if these people would help her or hurt her, but upon seeing them, her will to live was ignited once more, tenfold.
A rope was thrown over the edge of the ship, and it was clear that one of the men was yelling at her, but she still wasn't sure what he was saying. Her hands gripped the rope, and she tried to pull herself up, but there was no energy. She tried with her broken arm, and she shrieked in pain, immediately recoiling onto the small wooden platform. The man turned to some of the other men and spoke words to them, then he tied another rope around his waist and started to scale down the side of the ship.
Oh God. Oh yes. He was coming to get her. A sob found its way up her throat. Once he made it down, he took the first rope and tied it around her waist. He also took off his cloak and draped it around her. Her wet hair hung in her face. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much. Oh my God, thank you." He didn't say much, just carefully scooped her up into his arms. She put her good arm around his neck, keeping her hurt arm close to her chest. He nodded to her hurt arm and asked her something. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, then looked down at her arm. "Oh, no, I broke it." He tilted his head a bit. It was clear he didn't understand her, either. He looked back up at the now ten men that were peering over the edge, and he yelled at them. Most of them disappeared, and they started to slowly be pulled up the edge of the ship. Ariah set her head against the man's shoulder, trying and failing to keep from shivering. This was happening. She was being saved.
Once they made it to the top, the man sat on the edge of the ship and turned so he was facing inward, then he carefully set her down on the floorboards. There were now at least sixteen men all standing around in tattered and dirty clothing, staring at her, murmuring amongst themselves. She looked around, up at the sails, and saw at least five more watching from up there. The man that rescued her untied the rope from around his waist, then hers. The men parted when another man came out, though, and it was clear that he was the one in charge. His clothes were far more elaborate than the rest of the men on board, though his were just as dirty. He also had a rather large hat accentuated with many feathers. She also took note of the sword he kept hilted at his side.
He squatted down in front of her and spoke what sounded like the same language to her. He looked at her expectantly. Oh, did he ask a question? "I-I'm sorry," she murmured. She turned her head to cough a little, then looked back at him. "I can't understand you." He turned to one of his men, the one that rescued her, and barked something at him. He immediately disappeared. All of the men around them started to murmur again. And she could catch one word that was being repeated between all of them: mameido.
"Mameido?" she repeated. They all silenced.
The man with the hat, who she assumed to be the captain of this ship, grinned at her with yellow and black teeth. "Mameido!" He nodded and moved down to his knees in front of her.
Her brows furrowed. "I still don't know what that means." She placed a hand on her chest. "Ariah. My name is Ariah."
"Ariah?" The captain looked around to his crew. They all shook their heads. He placed a hand on his chest, then looked back to Ariah. "Seki. Kyaputen Seki." Kya-what? Captain? She placed a hand over his. "Seki," she repeated. He nodded. Then she put a hand on her own chest. "Ariah." "Ohhhh." He turned to his crew, then said a short phrase. They all echoed his, "Ohhh." Her saviour returned with a wooden mug full of something. When he peered into it, it was clear. It had no smell. Water? She brought it to her lips, and yes, it was water. She chugged the whole thing in under a minute. While she drank, the captain turned to the man and explained what little information they got. "Ariah," the Savior repeated, then he smiled at her. He motioned to himself. "Kujo." She weakly smiled back at him. The captain turned to her savior and said something to him, to which he nodded. He leaned down and picked Ariah up once more. She didn't fight it. He was so warm... She leaned against his chest, her heart still slamming against her ribs. She could hear his heartbeat, which mimicked her own. The captain yelled something at the crew, and they scattered. Her adrenaline high was coming down, and she was finding it difficult to stay awake. She couldn't fall asleep, though. She still wasn't sure what was happening, and she was so weak, would she even wake up again?
Kujo followed the captain into a tiny hallway that had two doors. The captain waved him off with some words, and her savior nodded, heading into a tiny room with a bed and a chest. Under the bed were books upon books. He set her down in the bed, gently, like if he made one wrong move, she would break. Her head rolled to face him once it made contact with the pillow. "Thank you," she mumbled once again. He just nodded and looked her over. Lightly, his fingers traced over one of her makeshift bandages. He looked up at her with wide eyes, almost asking silently for permission. She nodded at him, and he turned back to one of the scraps wrapped around her thigh. He untied it, and he winced at what he saw. There were splinters of wood embedded in a gash. It was clear that she had tried to remove a larger piece of wood, but some remained. He got on his knees beside the bed and started to work at taking out the small splinters. She winced with each sliver of wood pulled from the wound, but she knew it had to be done. He then moved over to the chest next to the bed, pulling out a dark glass bottle stopped with a cork. He mimicked pouring the bottle over his arm, and he winced.
"It's gonna hurt?" Her brows furrowed. "Ow?"
"Ow," he repeated with a nod. Ariah sucked in a breath. Her fingers were already starting to burn as she regained feeling in them. With a bit of hesitation, she nodded. He uncorked the bottle with his teeth, spitting the cork out onto the ground. Kujo poured the smallest bit out over the wound, and Ariah lurched up off of the bed, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as she screamed out. She tried to jerk her leg back, away, but he must have been expecting the reaction, because he was holding it down in place. That was more than just ow. That was pure liquid fire, eating away at what was left of her. Her arched back relaxed after a moment, and she fell back onto the bed. A sob racked her chest, and she shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. He grabbed some bandages from the open trunk and wrapped them around her thigh. Then he untied the next scrap of fabric.
"No more," she begged. "Please. No more." She shook her head. He gave her an apologetic look, and he said something, though she didn't understand it. She knew that this had to be done, she really did. But she couldn't bear another round of that. She was going to have to, though. He went through the same process with the next wound, carefully taking out what slivers of wood she missed or couldn't get to, then he doused the wound with whatever disinfectant he had that felt so miserable. He made sure to hold her leg down, but she seized up, back arching, head thrown back as she cried out in pure pain. It burned, it burned so bad. It was too much.
When Ariah woke next, her arm was wrapped and in a sling, and her legs were both properly bandaged. She was also now in a loose-fitting pair of pants and a long, oversized tunic that sloped off of her shoulder. Her head was fuzzy, and everything was spinning, but as she became more and more awake, she felt more and more pain from her crash injuries. Beside the bed, on top of the chest, was a wooden mug filled with water and what looked like a piece of cooked fish. Her head was too heavy to lift, as well was her arm. Her throat was so dry. She wiggled a bit, somehow finding the ability deep within her to lift her head and sit upright. She managed to get the mug of water and to down all of it. She was also showing the fish no mercy when the door opened.
She looked up, eyes wide, a piece of the fish hanging out of her mouth. It was that guy, her savior... What was his name, again? Kenji? Karlo? Whoever he was, he said, "I'm glad to see you're finally conscious."
Finally? What? Also, how could she understand him? It was the same language she had heard before, but... now she understood it perfectly. She finished off the piece of fish in her mouth and washed it down with some water. Without having to even think about the words, she mimicked the language back to him. "Finally? How long was I unconscious for?"
He seemed taken aback a bit. "You speak my language now? You didn't when we first retrieved you."
"Call it a gift." She smiled up at him, then took another bite of fish. She was starving, absolutely ravenous. But she tried to keep her manners up. "What was your name, again?"
"Oh, I'm Kujo. And you are... Ariah?"
She nodded. "That's me. Sorry, how long have I been out for?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. You've been in that bed for a little over three days."
She gawked at him. "Three days? Three days."
He made slow movements towards the edge of the bed, then cautiously sat next to her. "You've had small bouts of consciousness where I was able to feed you a small bit, or to give you water, but it never lasted long. And you don't really seem to remember it."
Ariah's oversized tunic fluttered as the wind picked up, also causing the sails to wag. The only thing that kept her in it was the belt she had that hugged her waist, right below her chest, which heaved with each heavy breath she took. Her locket was tucked away safely under her tunic. She had on some tight brown trousers and black boots. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. In one hand was a sword, and the other, a dagger. Around her were ten fallen men. Applause from two hands came from behind her. Leaning against the wall was the Captain Seki, who had a wide smirk on his face. "Wonderful, Mermaid. I've made a fighter out of you, yet."
Ariah smiled as she panted, and she turned towards him. She threw the dagger, which landed right in front of his feet. "I've already had fighter training. Your training just fine-tuned me." She hilted her sword, then dusted off her hands and started to help the men she defeated stand on their feet again.
"As for you lazy pieces of shit," the captain called, "I suggest you either practice fighting or hope you don't get cornered by someone stronger than you. Mermaid won't always be there to protect you. She's too valuable to send ashore."
Ariah placed a hand over her chest. "Aw. Thank you." She chuckled and helped the last man stand. She smirked at him as she offered a hand out to him. "You didn't do too bad, Kujo."
"Oh yeah?" he groaned as he rose to his feet. "I would have liked to see you fight me right after I rescued you two years ago."
She gasped, fake-insulted. "That's not fair. I had a broken arm and hurt legs. I was stranded for two days."
Captain Seki set a hand on each of their shoulders. "You still would have kicked his ass," he commented with a deep chuckle. Ariah chuckled with him, but Kujo was pouting. Seki clapped his hand against Kujo's back. "You're still a great fighter, Kujo. That's why you're my first mate."
Ariah stood on the edge of her ship. It was the same ship that had rescued her, but it was hers now. All hers. One hand waved her sword in the air, the other gripped a rope to the sails. Before her was a crew of about 16 or so women, staring up at her. "Down with the Ming Dynasty!" she shouted with a grimace on her face. Her men cheered her on. "They took everything away from us, and now, we'll take everything from them!" They cheered her more. "Leave the innocents. They already live in poverty. Go after the officials. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Captain," was the collective response.
"If I see any of you going after anyone BUT an official on the court, I'll behead you myself. Do I make myself clear?"
The Gift of Tongues: Every other generation of the Eran family line, someone is blessed with the Gift of Tongues. Since Ariah's grandfather possessed the gift, and she was an only child, she was blessed with the gift. The Gift of Tongues allows for the blessed to be able to speak any language heard. This is what makes her such a musical prodigy. Since music is a language of its own, Ariah can easily compose stories and emotion through her music.
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