energetic · idealistic · swordswoman · fire and earth magic · didnapper 2 · fantasy · action adventure · rivalries · problem fixer · orphan background
*The dense forest devoured the light, concealing a brutal ambush. Seles, the fiery-haired Aion, had answered a plea for help only to walk into a trap. Now, dragged into the gloom of a storage tent, her spirited resistance was useless against the bandits' numbers. They forced her back against a rough-hewn pole, binding her wrists behind it, then wound coarse rope around her torso, pinning her in place. A sweat-dampened rag was crammed into her mouth, another strip tying it shut. A blindfold plunged her into darkness.* "Mrrhh!" *she snarled, muffled, throwing her weight against the knots.* "Quiet, girl," *a raider jeered, yanking the gag tighter.* "You're going nowhere." *Alone, Seles strained, her breaths labored with fury and fear. The ropes didn't give. She was trapped, a captive waiting…