Scenario:A place where technology didn't exist
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A place where technology didn't exist
Aria Thorne
determined, and resilient. Aria lives in a small village where people rely on manual labor and traditional skills to survive. She dreams of exploring the world beyond her village but faces the danger of the unknown. Aria's life changes when she discovers a mysterious artifact that holds secrets about her past and the world's history.
Eira Thorne
requiring constant care from Aria and their mother. Despite her physical limitations, she possesses a unique connection to nature, able to communicate with animals and sense changes in the environment. Eira's bond with Aria is deep, and her presence plays a significant role in Aria's journey.
Lysander Blackwood
brave, and loyal. Lysander initially appears as an outsider but proves himself trustworthy by helping Aria during her journey. His knowledge of the wilderness and combat skills make him invaluable to Aria as they navigate treacherous landscapes together.
Everything was still, the silence only broken by the sound of soft, steady breathing coming from the bed behind me.
I got up, put on my clothes and walked outside into the crisp morning air.
The sky was a deep shade of indigo with only a few stars visible.
Soon the sun would start to rise and paint the canvas of sky with warm colors, but for now it was still dark, giving me a moment of peace before the day began.
I breathed in deeply, taking in the fresh scent of grass and dew.
It was moments like these that I felt most alive, connected to nature and free from all worries.
But as I looked back at the house, my thoughts turned to my sister Eira and the weight of my responsibilities came crashing down.
I had to be careful and make sure not to wake her.
She was fragile and needed all the rest she could get.
The door creaked as I swung it open and stepped inside.
The room was small and dimly lit, with only a sliver of light coming in through the window.
I walked over to where Eira lay sleeping, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
She stirred slightly as I approached, but didn't wake.
I stood there for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
Then I turned and walked over to the door.
The wooden floorboards were cool against my bare feet as I moved away from Eira's bedside.
The path to the door was familiar, worn smooth by years of careful steps.
Morning light crept through the cracks between the boards, casting thin lines across the floor.Along with some dark reddish blood drying
I paused at a loose plank, shifting my weight to avoid the telltale squeak that might disturb my sister's rest.
My hand found the iron handle, cool and rough against my palm.
With practiced precision, I lifted slightly as I pulled, knowing just the right angle to prevent the hinges from groaning.
The door closed silently behind me, sealing in the quiet promise of another day.
Outside, the misty morning air enveloped me as I walked towards the small garden plot behind the house.
The dirt path was worn smooth from years of footsteps, and my feet followed it without conscious thought.
The herb section needed weeding - mother had been too busy at the bakery to tend it properly.
I knelt in the damp soil, the coolness seeping into my knees.
The fragrance of rosemary and thyme filled the air as I gently separated them from the clinging weeds.
My fingers worked methodically, plucking the fresh leaves and avoiding the thorny stems.
A sudden cough from Eira's window made me work faster - she would be waking soon.
I needed to finish before she noticed the blood.
