Thread: A Champion's Strength, and Weakness (Kolath x Lady Bloody Ava)

The gods had foretold the king and queen the very night they discovered that she was blessed with a child in her vessel. Telling them that she would be of great importance and that the future rested, partially, on her shoulders. She will accompany the champion... in due time. On a night beneath a calm full moon the castle was not so. Her majesty's cries filled the bed chambers as her ladies tended to her. Sweat glistening upon her brow as King Otho paced the hall right outside of the door. The sounds of his wife discomfort bringing about great agitation as he punched the nearest stone wall with a roar. The tall and broad shouldered man stroked his beard. Raking his fingers through his hair as the sounds seemed to dumb down and he heart feet scurrying while women within gave his wife instructions. Thew few minutes he waited felt like hours before the head lady peeked her head into the hall with a satisfied smile on her portly face and waked her king inside. Big powerful steps carried the male inside where the sight of his wife holding a bundle in his arms gifted him a great sigh of relief. Gabriella. She whispered to her husband as he placed a hard kiss upon his wife's lips before marveling at their little miracle. The little girl grew up well taken care of, just barely a toddler when the first attempt was made at her life. The legend of the Champion was thought of as just that- a legend. A mere tale. A story. Some foresaw it as their future. It was said that Princes Gabriella was the girl in the tale. Very few had laid eyes upon the girl and yet because of some tale people wished her dead. For the gods say that if evil gets to the girl before the Champion does... evil will defy the gods. Some people thought that by getting to the girl before either the champion or the evil do, no harm would come of this world. King Otho saw no choice. Their daughter had to be sent somewhere where no one would finder. Where she could grow up without knowing what she was, while she was still young enough. Leaving her in the hands of fate and an old family friend who lived in the forest of Galgenon near a small village. In due time, as the girl blossomed into a young woman, the effort to find the princess was lost. The legend became more of a fairy tale until rumors whispered that a man was scouting the lands for a girl. An old woman sat upon a chair in front of a wooden home. Just big enough for two. An herb garden on one side and a pen with a few chickens on the other. The portly woman was short with fine silver hair and well aged teeth. A nosed that seemed slightly crooked and long nails that tapped upon the arm of the chair as dark eyes looked at the surrounding forest. Gabriella, dear, fetch me my walking stick please? From the open window of the small home a flame haired girl walked over to a cot a picked up a sturdy intricately carved stick. The door opened and a fair skinned girl walked out with deep green eyes and a lax smile. A cotton gown, easy to clean and casual for everyday wear. Here you go Elizah. The old woman smiled with a few teeth missing and gave a heavy sigh. You're going to have to go into the village for me soon. We need a few supplies, but you need not go now, my dear. The woman stood with the aid of the stick and a hand reached behind her and kneaded at the small of her back. My bones are trying to tell me something, oh but I doubt it's good. Both women lived on their own. Both ignorant of the rumors of the Champion and his where abouts in the village. Elizah had been pondering if the day would even ever come before the old hag was laid down to rest. She had lived many years and raised the girl with the greatest of care. The King and Queen had to move on without their first born, and their only daughter. The girl was bright with a fiery passion. Not afraid to get her hands dirty and had a talent for learning. Certainly the last person to be considered a princess. Oh but her beauty spoke volumes. The same red mane as her mother and the eyes of her father. Subtle curves hugged by her dress that fell from her hips and stopped at petite feet adorned by flat close toes slippers. A red ribbon tied around her neck, occasionally used to tie her hair back. I will go later in the day. The market will be less crowded then. Gabby always knew that Elizah was not her true mother, but it was a matter she never questioned. The girl only reminded herself day after day, after day that things could be worse. A voluptuous raven haired widow was up early, sporting a deep blue gown and a fan of lashes that topped her sky blue eyes. The girl was good with money. She should be considering she buried three of her husbands. There was one male in particular she had an eye on. Oh the Champion was said to be in town. Looking for a woman. He looked to be a very handsome man and one with a deep pocket as well. She walked into the in, going to directly to the bar. Acting as though she hadn't even noticed the handsome male in the room. Good morning Jack, mind getting me a drink? She placed a few coins before her and took a seat at the bar as she was handed a tankard. Pretending as though she hadn't even noticed him. Lilly Lock always got what she wanted and she had her sights set on her prey.