Lynn’s Story 1/5

My sister, who was doing my hair looked gloriously beautiful. She finished her work by placing a hairpin, looked at me and asked.

“How is it?”

“It’s the prettiest in the whole wide world!”

As my sister smiled, her fair skin shined under the morning sunlight

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Because I was born weak, people around me used to say that I won’t live long. The day those words reached my mother was when she started teaching me how to use a spear.

But not long after that I was no longer the sickly girl I used to be. On the contrary I was so energetic that I would run around everywhere causing trouble and my mother would look at me and blame herself for raising me in to a troublemaker.

My sister would dress up and come to see me practice with my spear from time to time. My instructor at the time was the captain of the cavalry. Though he was my instructor, he was a young man who was only one or two years above my sister’s age.

I liked the smile my sister showed whenever she looked at him. I liked the smile the captain showed when he looked at her. And I liked how people would see them and comment that they were made for each other.

That is why I hoped things would turn out well for the both of them. And I thought it would.

(Source: heroes.nexon.com)