A Taste of Darkness [Pixie & Wisti]
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				Title: <strong>A Taste of Darkness [Pixie &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 22:39:50</strong>
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				It was the year 346 BC and Charis was cursing the luck of Athenian power. They had been the greatest peak of society, culture and arts for centuries, they had given birth to the greatest poets and bards of the known world. And know they had made peace with the Macedonians, with Philip II. And part of that peace was a bride for the Thracian Demon Prince who had given his loyalty willingly to Philip. The peace sworn in Thessaly would come at a high price for her personally, she was to be sent to the land of barbarians, far away from her people, away from all she knew. The raven haired woman paced away from the guards taking her away from her homeland, from Greece. <br><br>Thrace was a wild land, always had been as long as her people had known of it. After all one of their kings had once held the wild mares in his power, they were a strange people with many rumors and stories told. But she had never really met a Thracian before. True, as a high born young woman of Athens she had not met many people outside of those her father approved, yet she knew that as a daughter of one of the most famous generals of her home city state she had much more in education and understanding of the world then some did. Why even some of her fellow high born peermates were silly ninny's to her mind. Charis had always had a sharp mind that was eager to pick up what her father had offered her and as her brother showed no real interest in tactics, weapons and sports her father had humored his only daughter and taught her things females should not know. Well outside of the Amazonians, but Charis was of a different make then those warrior women.<br><br>Long strands of her ebony hair, left down for comfort during the long trip streamed out on the soft wind that blew through the wild lands between Greece and Thrace. She wished she could be at home, back where she belonged, but now she no longer fit there. Her purpose in life had finally been revealed and even her father's love for her had not spared her as being offered up as a sacrifice to this marriage to a savage Prince. <br><br>What would he think of her she wondered idly, her dark green eyes were almost like a forest, clouded with many thoughts and leaves to hide the full view from anyone who sought to understand her thoughts. Her father had told her before she left that she would not be able to practice her archery any longer, or offer opinions on politics, or comment on army deployments. She had gone from being his little bird, his helpful aid who thought unlike any of his officers to being a simple woman. It felt wrong, and she hated the lose of being useful more then the idea of marriage. The woman let her eyes flutter shut as she remembered her last fight with her father over her marriage, pleading with him to not send her away, to keep her. But no, the gods had seen fit to use her, <em>"This is the reason you were birthed Charis, I will not hear another word now go before I teach you respect. You disappoint me daughter."</em> Stunned and hurt she had fled his company and left with no more tears openly shed.<br><br>Perhaps, perhaps she had been foolish to think she was meant for more then just this, more then just a state bride, a woman given as a gift like one might give a piece of jewelry. What she hated the most was that she had believed her father would let her chose her husband, or would chose carefully for her. He had never even met this foreign Prince, yet he willingly sent her to him. Abandonment tore through her heart, every Greek knew how important family was and she had been ripped from hers. What would Thrace hold for her? There was no real way to tell.<br><br>She heard voices then, of the guards, calling to her to return to them, to the caravan carrying her to her new home. And so Charis returned to them, her softly golden skin glowing in the sunlight where it showed, her dark eyes a mixture of emotions and her hair free and dancing in the wind. No one could doubt the beauty of the general's daughter, but her sorrow lent to her beauty a depth most could not see. They were nearing Thrace and her new husband.
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