User blog:Arenzio/Fan fiction : A New Spice

Things to know before reading ---

Y/N - Your name F/C - Favorite color P/N - Pet's name H/C - Hair color E/C - Eye color W/T - Weapon type (For example, Katana) A/N - Authors note Alright people, let us begin!

Epilogue

It was a beautiful morning in Y/N's little cottage. She arroze out of her bed clumsily, yawning in the process. It was a normal day, well... For her at least. On a daily basis, she must manage on her own. Hunting, farming, and mining. That was until this day. From today on, she will play a role hardly any play. Are you ready? Of course you are! Let's go!

3rd person P.O.V

Y/N jumped out of her bed, while glancing around in her room. She sighed, making her way to her weapon rack. She pulled her W/T out of the rusted rack. After doing her daily chores, she heard a knock on the door. 'Strange...' She though to herself, 'no one EVER visits...'. She then aproached the door, listening ever so closely with every step. The knocking soon got louder, turning into a pounding. Y/N's heart started pounding, afriad of what might be behind her very door. She looked through the peep hole, to find no one there. 'Ugh, why do people even have the nerve to prank others!' She thought in disgust. She exited her house, weapon in hand, only to be aproached by a few gaurds. 'Damnit!' She said in her head. Y/N had nothing on her and only had one option, RUNNNNN!!! She started sprinting in the other direction, while the sound of footsteps followed.

After a while of running, she became exhausted, and stopped, limping to a nearby rock. She held it tightly, her hand trembling from exahustion. She glanced around, to hear nothing but the howling wind, and seeing nothing but the forest surronding her. The breeze blew her H/C hair out of her face, her eyes squinting to make our her surroundings. Her breath quivering ever so slightly, when she saw the bushes and trees swaying to the wind. A few minutes later, she stood up from her position, glancng around once more before making her way back to her house. She got there eventualy, encountering a few monsters in the process. After all, it was about night time. But, little did she know, that once she got back to her so called home, nothing would be left.

Once Y/N got near her house, she smelt something.... Something that reeked of smoke. 'Oh my god....' She thought as she appeared in front of her beloved home. Nothing was there, well, nothing but a fire, that is. Her eye's welled up with tears, from so many things... Fear, anger, smoke, and oh so much more things I could name but shouldn't. She grabbed glanced around for a second, something catching her eye. She aproached it steadily, trying not to catch fire. She grabbed it, feeling wood. 'Ah yes...' She said recalling the item, ' this was the painting frame I got from my parents....'. Her eyes once again welled with tears, remmembering the painting frame, the painting frame she may never use. It was the only thing she hung on to her parents with... They died by a priest's hands. At their wedding. Y/N was there. She watched her parents crumble before her very own eyes by their priest... She clentched her W/T and started running... Running somewhere safe.... Somewhere she needed to go.... A village.

A/N - Sorry this was so short guys! I'm really busy and I'm tired. 😂 sorry guys... I need rest... Ugh! Anyway, hoped you enjoyed! See ya!