The Story of Wisiaden

Out by the woods, near the edge of the a watery lake, the slow minutes tick away as a young, girl of no more then ten years and six past. Her name was Wisiaden, daughter of the late Farchosia family. She was not beautiful, nor ugly. She was pretty with great big cinnamon eyes, raven hair, a round face and an awkward figure. Many however, considered her the most beautiful person in the world. Why, you may wonder? That is simple. She radiate with such a pure innocent soul, enveloping her body, mind, and soul.
For the moment, she is waiting impatiently for a friend of hers. Looking out into the cool night air, Wisiaden saw a being approaching. "Roperian Narbarly there you are! Do you know how long I been waiting for you?" She shouted angriely at him. The young man came up and smiled. He bent his head to talk, seeing as he was of great height, towering over her like a chicken with its offspring. "No, I do not know, and who asked you to wait, Wiz," answered Roperian, calling her by her nickname.
"Ro," calling him by this nickname, "I'm serious." cried Wisiaden. "Sure you are." Answered Ro smoothly, as he grinned at the angry expression forming on Wiz's face. "Roperian Narbarly, don't you toy with me. I been your best friend ever since the night my parents died; I know every possible way to torture you, if you do not tell me what happened! Well, are you going to talk are now?" Wiz continued to ramble on wildly, until Ro stopped her.
Grabbing both of Wiz's hands, he held her tied until she stopped struggling. "Listen to me Wiz, calm down," knowing her, he would not have much time 'till she starts thrashing again, Ro spoke quickly. "Tonight at the market there is to be a raid, a raid of robbers. They are not ordinary ones either; they are past sorcerers, and sorceress who had served the king. They mean no good. Soon, they will conquer every village in this area. We have to leave, and soon. I would leave but I have some business to attend to, you must leave before me. I will join you later. Go today, if not go tomorrow early in the morning. You got that."
Wiz nodded. "Good" was heard and Ro disappeared from the sight. Wisiaden did some quick thinking before getting a brown knapsack, magically expanded. She packed everything she need. Wiz changed into a white tunic, and brown leather breeches, armed herself with a dagger, sword, and arrows, with the bows, she headed down to the stalls and took a lovely black mare out it's box. "Come on sweetie," She called to the horse, who was black all over expect for a yellow gem in its forehead.
Then, hastily she mounted the mare, and galloped out of the yard, past the road, and out of the village to wherever the path leads. Wiz head down the path quickly when she saw a crowd of people in robes on horses coming down the village road. Thinking quickly she went into another shortcut and hid in a dark, cold cave. As she waited, she listens for the people to pass before continuing on her way. "That was close," Wiz thought as she turns around a bend on the trail.
She spoke too soon. For as a soon as the words were out, a gleaming knife was in front of her face, glinting dangerously, while a strong arm wrapped itself like a snake around her neck threatening to squeeze her lungs, till she died like the serpent does to its prey. "Well, now that wasn't close after all," the raspy voice spoke behind her as he gently but forcefully turns her around to face him. Soon after, Wiz took in the sight before her. A middle aged man with brown copper hair, which were slowly turn gray, either from stress, or age she could not tell. He had a stern face with angry blue eyes.
Wiz tried to speak but was startled by an old, elderly man with wrinkles, and a young beautiful woman with great yellow hair, and green eyes who pop up very suddenly. They were followed by a crowd of people with long sticks of some sort, and appeared to be very displeased. The young girl spoke. "Gandra, let go of the girl. Didn't I tell you we do it differently? We use magic, not rude metal weapons, or other foolish non- magic things. Isn't that right, Father Duinger?" gesturing to the old man. "Yes, Cagrareol."
Wiz felt herself being released from his firm hold, but was immediately surrounded by a hoard of sticks, which Wiz now assumed was a staff. Cagrareol continued. "Who may I ask are you, girl? Why have you dared hide in yonder cave behind mounts of bush, and trees?" Therefore, she went on bombarding her with questions. Until Duinger stopped her, so she could answer. Wiz begins nervously, but said all truthfully. "My name is Wisiaden of the late Farchosia family, I'm ten and six years, I was in that cave, truthfully because I was informed by a friend you will be approach my part of the country. I wished to leave, but was found by the one you Gandra. I don't care what you do to me, but I'm not afraid to die." Stated Wiz firmly as she boldly stares into Cagrareol's swirling pool of jade green eyes.
"Well, now I see. Take her to the tent. I wish to speak to her privately." She commands Gandra and two other men. "Now!" she barked when the three men made no signs of moving. Quickly, fearing Cagrareol's wrath they hurried to bring to a tent, greatly furnished, while Wiz sat and await the fate she was to receive.