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The air swirled with indecision, I took a deep breath. This reminded me of times when in my childhood I'd go up to the mountains, the kingdom I lived in when I was young was richly populated with mountains and other land forms I would visit from time-to-time. I felt the chill up the wind make its way up my spine, making me shiver. My chest plate must not have been tight enough, I usually couldn't feel a thing except for the pressure of my armor bearing down on my body. My husband had helped me put on my chest plate this morning because it was a new kind of design, either he didn't execute it properly, or the maker didn't fit it properly to my body type. I decided to lay down. I put my head down on the dehydrated field and winced when a blade of grass stabbed my cheek, it didn't draw blood. My dark hair splayed on the ground while my bangs went to the side. I laid my sword down beside me, that blade had been the only other thing I cared about besides my family and friends. When I was first learning how to use my powers properly, I manipulated the shadows of the night around me to display and sword, it was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever laid my eyes on. My sister, Larke, saw me look at this shadow-made sword with wonderment in my eyes, she'd have been the type to stalk people. Larke -- unlike me -- had never cared for life. She would fail school for being too lazy to study for tests, she didn't like our siblings, especially not her twin, Skylar. Though, she'd always had a soft spot for me. I was the oldest of my 7 siblings, but I was also a twin, 11 minutes older than my brother Avery, everyone in the family had officially declared me as the oldest. Larke endlessly said that I was the only one that understood her, that hate festering in my eyes. But I couldn't imagine not caring about things, not since I'd have been wed and had my beloved daughter. The only thing we despised together were our parents, we could see them judging us from afar. I however, didn't let that stop me from achieving my goal of becoming the top knight in the kingdom I hail from. But since our parents were away so much, they didn't have time to take care of us so I was the one that raised everyone in the house. Even though I was the one burdened with raising my siblings I could never bring myself to hate them, they never chose this, and neither did I. I truly loved my family. Larke -- while not being interested in much -- had taken a liking to being a blacksmith. Our mother would always tell her that working with metals wasn't ladylike because where we were from, a blacksmith was a mans job, not a good look for a lady. Larke however, did not care and kept with her passion. I was coming back from a day of my knightly duties, drenched in mud and water. Larke came over to me, and instead of wearing her usual frown, she had a slight smile. She was holding a box, a long rectangular shape, and when she handed it to me I could see it more clearly and feel it. It was a deep plum color with a velvety texture, it had a swirly design on it. The box was quite heavy so I set it down and sat on the ground where it lay. I opened the hinges on it and saw a gorgeous long sword. That was probably the last time I saw my sister smile like that. I came down from reminiscing and started to look around my surroundings. I was almost in the middle of nowhere, save for the towers I could see miles ahead of me. I heard a few leaves crunching behind me, I didn't turn my head, knowing I could take on almost anyone trying to harm me. I felt a familiar presence behind me, but I couldn't place the voice coming from it. "Miss me?" the person spoke up with a teasing tone, I thought I could place the voice but it sounded different. I couldn't bear to turn my head, realizing who that person might be. Their voice was quite feminine, not too high pitched. She sounded grown. The presence leaned its head down to my shoulder and long dark hair spilled onto me.