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The Lost Heir Of Everfree
Category: Stories
Name: Lexa Everfree
Age: 24
Occupation: Rogue Knight
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Her twin blades, sarcasm, children (surprisingly), a challenge, running, sketching, sparring/training, reading, climbing, strawberries, snow, heights, woodland, adventures, writing, sketching etc...
Dislikes: A broken blade, small spaces, disrespect, sexism, needles, doctors, sharing (unless she's fond of you which is extremely rare), alcohol, rumors, royals, onions etc...
Bio:
Unsurprisingly, life had taken quite a liking to tearing away everything Lexa had held dear, the title of 'The lost air to Everfree' only made it worse. Now you may ask yourself, what is Everfree? Well, better known as the 'lost kingdom', the once peace driven land of Everfree towered high among other well-known empires. And who was this empire run by, you ask? None other than who it was named after one fateful day countless generations ago. The Everfree's.
The family itself was rather large, consisting of a father (the king), a mother (the queen), five strapping young boys and of course, their youngest, only daughter, Alexandra. The fact that she was the youngest among five others not to mention that she was the only girl, Alexandra found herself forced into the shadows of her brothers as they strived and fought to become the next, rightful heir. It was not that big of an age gap, a few years at the most but that seemed to be enough to leave her unacknowledged, unworthy and ignored.
Alexandra's brothers were not kind to her either, acting as though she was part of the family while around their parents...But when the kingdom became blanketed with midnight and shadows littered every corner, their torturous 'games' would begin and reel on until the clock finally chimed past the early hours of the morning. Leaving the only daughter to attempt to articulate a half decent explanation as to why the blues and purples of bruises and broken bones littered her body.
As she hit the tender age of 14 however, her poor excuse of a life was about to crumble effortlessly to the ground. One merry, feastful night in the grand banquet hall, chatter echoed constantly around the room followed by the loud outbursts of laughter ranging from either side of the seemingly neverending oak banquet table. The royal family of course seated at the very front to display power and their future heirs, unaware of the vast amount of loss and bloodshed that was about to be thrust upon them. It all happened so quickly, the large, hall doors swung violently open, enemy guards swarmed the room, the sky becoming littered with hundreds of arrows as they descended into their multiple, screaming targets, leaving the royal family itself until the traumatic end and finally...That end had undeniably arrived, starting with the slow painful swipe of a blade across each of her parent's throats before briefly stopping and glancing between Alexandra and her five brothers. But that night was far from over, one of the guards grinning before grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, forcing the crimson dipped blade into her hand and guiding it into the stomach of each of her older brothers.
And then finally...Everything was quiet, Alexandra still in shock as the blade fell from her grasp and clattered to the ground.
The enemy guards had left swiftly after that, opting to leave the girl on her own to eventually die. But Alexandra did nothing of the sort. Casting her title aside and not bothering to wipe her families blood off of her hands or face as she set about her plan.
It was undeniable, something had snapped within Alexandra that night. And now...She was out for blood.
After ten, long years, forged from blood, sweat and broken bones, the once timid Alexandra had vanished without a trace only to leave a bloodthirsty, cocky, highly skilled killer in its place. Lexa Everfree. Thanks to her gruelling ten years of training, Lexa had managed to hunt down and slaughter every single guard from that night long ago and left her once civil hands practically soaked in the blood of the people she had murdered out of her thirst for revenge.
Now known as the 'ghost' rather than her real name, Lexa keeps to herself and aimlessly roams from land to land with nothing but the twin pair of swords holstered to her back, her daggers securely strapped to each of her thighs and, of course, her warpaint which has now become like a second skin to the now hardened woman.
Lexa, the lost heir to Everfree, had become the very embodiment of darkness itself. And she would not be classed as the victim again.
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