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This is a short story about my character Annora Pearce from Sophisticated T's Kingdom Roleplay! I hope you enjoy :D
Warning! This short story does include multiple mentions of the life-providing substance that flows through our veins and the unaliving of criminals!
Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl’s name was Annora Pearce. She was a dreamer. She was a lover. All she wanted in life was to play her music. Her eyes were green like the emeralds hidden under her floorboards. Her hair, red like the spilled blood of her father. Her fair skin was lightly tanned from hours reading under the sun. She grew up in the castle at Threnmor with her father.
Annora’s father was a man of humor. He was a jester, the favorite of the fake king, Edward, who always kept her father nearby, hence why they lived in the castle for a time. He taught Annora nearly everything she knew. How to play the guitar, how to dance, write, sing, dream, and steal. He wasn’t a man of honor. He wished he were, but he’d fallen into the dark hole of deceit. This was the cause of his downfall. He was caught. No one was sure how he was caught, but it happened as he was attempting to steal a locket from the palace. The false king sentenced him to a beheading. Rather coincidentally, his best friend was the executioner.
After her father died, Annora was alone. She never knew her mother. She was assumed to have been born out of wedlock. She once inquired about her mother but never received a straight answer. She assumed that if her father didn’t want to talk about her mother, then that woman was not someone she wanted to know. She did, however, learn from her father’s best friend that her mother was a beautiful woman who performed magic. Whether that magic was real or just for entertainment, Annora didn’t know.
About a week after her father’s death, Annora arrived at the doorstep of his best friend’s home and, from then on, called it her abode. He treated her as if she were his own daughter. He was very protective of her, not wanting Annora to end up like her father. He never allowed her to approach the subject of magic. She didn’t know why, but she presumed that the reason had to do with her mother.
He brought her to the executions for the reason of discouraging her from committing the same actions her father had committed. He failed, and she did, in fact, become a pickpocket (which is honestly rather funny due to her name meaning “honor”). She was hardly ever caught, with a few exceptions from her childhood.
If she heard a tune at least once, Annora could play it. She played her father’s guitar both at home and in public places such as bars and festivals. She loved music, always had a song in her head. She loved to dance. She hardly slept at night, instead, she danced with the moon and the stars, sang with the wind. She hardly ever tired, despite her lack of sleep. The night gave her more energy than sleep ever could.
Annora wasn’t rich, but she did live well. She always had food on her table. She had her fair share of jewels, some stolen, others bought. She never had a shortage of clothing, despite the fact that she wore the same dress and cloak every day. She even had a smaller-than-average black cat she’d found one day wandering the streets, all alone.
Now, even though she knew how to put up a good fight, Annora never engaged in one if she could help it. She preferred to keep her hands clean. She’d witnessed quite a few bar fights and street scuffles in her days, but almost always stayed away.
If you had asked her about her love life, she would deny ever having one. This was a lie. Once, she had a lover. However, he left her out of cowardice, not wanting any association with someone related to a criminal. That was his mistake. He went missing about a week after he left her. Not to worry, Annora did not know why he had suddenly disappeared. All she knew was that her father’s best friend came home with an unclean axe on a day clear of executions.
She had a garden. This garden was full of a specific type of flower called a Ghost Flower. Ghost Flowers weren’t uncommon, however, they were hard to find. The flower was next to invisible, with only the outline barely able to be seen. The petals of the Ghost Flower were poisonous, filled with a toxin that, if eaten, could put an elephant in a coma. The roots, however, were incredibly nutritious if harvested correctly.
Annora had always wanted to travel, but her birth and her adoptive fathers would never allow her to stray too far from the city. She didn’t often think of running away, though the subject had occurred to her more than once. She wouldn’t consider it. She knew it would break her new father’s heart if she got up and left without notice.
The girl never had many friends. She was known by many, but her only true friend was her little cat. She never minded not having many companions, however, that did set her apart from her general age group. She was most familiar with the local bartenders and the bush people who purchased the roots of her flowers for their meals.
Annora loved the bush people, and they loved her. A bush person was a normal human who would hide amongst, well, the bushes. They were often known to be vegetarians, stealthy, and incredibly shy. Anyone could be a bush person as long as they lived in a bush. They stayed away from the general public but would sometimes emerge at night to listen to Annora’s music.
Annora was a girl of mystery. She still remains as such. If you go looking for her, then you might find her. If you do meet her, be careful to keep your valuables hidden. Rumor says that they might just disappear when you’re around her, and you won’t be able to do anything about it because most of the knights in the area adore her. She does, after all, visit them once a month for a night of music and cheer.
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I had a lot of fun writing it :D