FROM THAT FATEFUL DAY, almost seven years ago, the sun and the stars were all that was ever seen. All that was ever known. All that was ever needed.
Well, more likely to be the moon and the stars. The sun was sometimes an unwelcome visitor to where the girl was now.
She runs past the tents currently, in her silver coat, grabs a bow and some arrows and rushes out of safety.
Staring dead ahead into the eyes of another monster, another one killed, another life she would take.
She draws a single golden arrow, notches it and after taking a breath,shoots.
For Ashlyn Roy was not a monster. Not that she was a hero. In every war, every tragic tale, every story, legend or myth that has ever been told has one thing in common.
The writers.
Ashlyn Roy was a poet. Not a soldier who fearlessly braved the wars. Not a king who defended those who could not defend themselves. She was a poet.
She might have not been able to wield swords or command empires. But she has a power many wished they could. The power to be kind to the most evil of souls, the power to induce curses to the very same. The power to drag the world into darkness, and save those who she loved. For when a poet falls in love, they love with all their heart. Ashlyn Roy was a poet regardless of she wished she was not.
She was not a hero. Not a knight in shining armour. She was not a helpless damsel. Nor was she a ruler.
She was a poet, a dreamer, a saviour.
And that's all that the sun and stars needed her to be.
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