An Anima Journey [Part 1]

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Part 1

So, starting this year, I'm getting a little more into the Tabletop RPG scene. The first one I am getting into is Anima: Beyond Fantasy, thanks to a good (albeit chaotic) friend of mine. This character -for the moment- is on her own journey in a world outside of the one I am familiar with. If you know about this game and sense that I'm wrong about something, feel free to let me know. 


  With all of that said, enjoy:


An Anima Journey

  The sound of armor and clashing metal.

  The cries of bleeding victims.

  "Mommy! Mommy!"



  Praza wakes in an cold sweat. Was that her younger voice screaming for her ... mommy? She doesn't remember having one of those. 


  The morning sun forces her to blink. The sweating forces her out of her wagon and into the nearby forest stream. Praza strips and dives in before her drowsy mind catches up. The cold water refreshes her and makes her aware of the world around her again. She steps out with a lung full of fresh air and a sunnier outlook on the forest around her. She redresses and takes a moment to get a drink. As she kneels and takes her drink, her ears pick up the sound of light footsteps. Prada lowers her hands and lets the rest of her drink dissipate into the stream. Who in their right mind just waltzes up to my wagon like that? She thinks as she grabs the skein of silver yarn from her large dress loop.

 

 She approaches the wagon where all of her stuff is. She checks on her horse and sees he is still sleeping. Good. Geralt is asleep. That means I don't have to worry about this new intrusion as much. No need to be on edge. Praza thinks as she stands at the front of her cloth-covered wagon where the stranger can't see her. She sees the now-obvious human feed on the side of the wagon, tapping on the grass. Why were they waiting for her? She shakes her head and ties a large knot in her yarn. Once she gets it the way she wants it, she slowly takes her weapon out of the wagon back, closest to the seat. 


  The stranger blinks at the sudden blinding glint of light off of metal. In one blink, he finds himself on the ground with his hands bound behind him and a blade gently held on the back of his neck. He barely turns his head and finds the young woman with a foot firmly fixed on his back. Her hair drips with water onto his shoes. This would bother him if it hadn't been for the first words out of her mouth. 


  "Give me a reason to see you as a kind stranger and not my breakfast."

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