Antissiairie, Part II
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The orc fell to the ground, battered and bleeding, having proved to be no match for the Warrior that it had tried to kill. To die for his own lands was a great honor though, and he thought of them as she brought her blade down on his skull.
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"Useless," she said as she deprived him of his copper pieces and continued on down the path. She wasn't concerned with orcs right now and didn't have time to waste on them. The undead were her main concern. Where her sister Kryliene still moped over their parents' deaths at the hands of the Crushbone Orcs, Antissiairie had better things to do. She would rather slay the undead of the world, hoping one day to find her parents and put them to eternal rest. Each skeleton, each ghoul she killed brought her one step closer to giving her mother and father the peace they deserved. Secretly she also wanted to smack them around for giving her such a difficult name for the world to work with. Why Antissiairie? she constantly asked herself. Why not Siara or Glynara? Something simple, at least. But Antissiairie? She sighed as she thought about it. Nobody had ever been able to say her name correctly without several attempts, then one day a Kelethin native just called her Krysiene, as a joke, since she was Kryliene's sister, and the name stuck. So now it was what she went by, and everyone except her sister called her that.
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Kryliene. They got along well with each other, and Kryliene was always looking out for her. Antissiairie wasn't complaining. At least they had a good relationship, unlike Kryliene's mentor, Fenani, who was always at odds with her sister Sesmar...until Sesmar died, that is. Antissiairie didn't know what she would do if Kryliene was ever permanently killed. She lost alot of fights, Kryliene did, but she always recovered. She hoped to be as tough as Kryliene when it came to losing battles...
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Krysiene turned her thoughts to her mission, to what Kryliene had called her into action to do. It was certainly important. And so, she had begun her training, to be the best of the best of the best, to become powerful enough to lead an army into battle. She was the chosen one. She alone would set things right. But their time was very short...