by Morgan Landry 5/18/2015, 11:02 am
"I don't really count my years," Aria said, chewing on her sausage. "I was born in 1690." Looking at the fire, she thought about Miami, a couple of months ago, when she had been on a hunt with Em; she had told her the story of how she joined too, but for different reasons.
"Basically, I was running away," she explained. "Daughter of a count, I had to marry. I didn't want to; I was young and stupid and in love with another boy, and rode away on one of my stepfather's horses with stolen boy clothes. Which was quite something for me, you have to bear in mind I was a spoiled little brat and my only concerns until then had been which way to curl my hair and which jewel was the prettiest. Anyway, I rode for miles and miles, slept in dirty inns and on the road sides, monsters attacking me almost every three or four hours. I swear Hera set them up to it, she always hated me and my siblings. One of my brothers got blinded by a cuckoo once, and one of my sisters died when a cow threw her over and stepped on her. In any case, the last wave of monsters were a group of Laistrygonian giants. They cornered me in a clearing. I was so tired I could barely hold my sword up. That's when they came," Aria nodded at the silvery tents around. "In three minutes, there was nothing but me, them and a lot of monster dust in that clearing. They set up camp, gave me food and beverages, and let me stay with them. Of course, they asked me to join -- I refused the first time because I still had my head full of thoughts for my beloved. But overnight, I thought about it. I had three options: go back, marry the lord, and live the rest of my life under his orders, obeying him, bearing him children, though the upside was that I'd get to attend the wealthiest parties and would always have silk dresses and glittering jewels. I could also go forth, try to live with my beloved though it was rather unsure. But in both of those cases, what truly awaited me? I would live. I would have ups and downs, I would have what any person had, granted I didn't get killed. But I would live, then I would grow old, and then I would die, and that would be the end. But if I joined the Hunt... I could actually make a difference, do something, not become some old name in a dusty history book." She smiled, looking up at Kristy. "And that's why, in the morning, I joined."