Akara's night had been a restless one of tossing and turning. When the sun finally rose Akara was thankful. Everything looked better in the light of day. She dressed that day all in white. In the her desert home white was worn when someone was in mourning and Akara very much was in mourning. The clean white flashed brightly in the dawn light and her hair fell in ebony waves. She wore a dress (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvRvSgdVrug/TOWL_sjD2OI/AAAAAAAAApM/k4ric6oPct4/s1600/kate+beckinsale+white+dress.jpg) that in her own culture would have meant great sorrow but here just looked pretty. She wore the Booladeveer set set the twin swords handing from her hips and the decorative shoulder and breast covering elegantly laying over her dress.<br/><br/>She stood in the sun shine indifferent to the cold air that pressed against her skin and watched for a long time standing away from the others until both her king and his would be killer appeared. She lifted her chin letting the air swirl her hair around her shoulders. They both took turns reciting something that to them must have been important but to her was agonizing. they were about to try to kill each other over something as stupid as a disagreement both were to proud to talk out.<br/><br/>Akara felt a pressure in the back of her eyes but she was past crying, she'd cried too much during the long seemingly endless night. Instead she stood sonic watching them till they both leapt off the edge of the cliff and soon the screams of dragons ripped through the air. She watched them waiting with held breath for the sun to crest the top of the mountain and start the battle that would change Akara's and the others lives once more.