Exhausted, tired, beaten. These were the best words to describe Corelyn, as she lay down in bed. She spent the entire day practicing her swordsmanship. Her joints ached, and creaked with every small movement. Her dirty blond hair splayed out, as her head finally touched upon her pillow. She sighed heavily, glad to be done for the day. Corelyn was very light, weighing only about 75 lbs, and was short, her height being 3' 10".
She was training to join the kingdoms' order of knights, sworn to protect the citizens of Kederath. The kingdom was not particularly large, and was rather one of the smaller kingdoms. Yet, everyone wanted it as their ally, none as their enemy, for it was home to the very bravest, and strongest of the continents' armed forces.
She hoped one day to become captain, and lead the charge to destroy those who would threaten the peace they had worked so tirelessly to ensure. Despite this, the rest of the continent was in turmoil. Lord Kederath III had stayed out of the trouble, wanting to protect his people above all else, and no one was stupid enough to incur the wrath of him.
So as Corelyn lay down, her sapphire-colored eyes slowly shut, forgetting that the next day was her 12th birthday, uncaring even if she had remembered. She lay down, still clothed in her training outfit, a pure-white shirt with no sleeves, covered in a violet chest-piece made of cotton, with thin, gold-colored leather outlining, and matching gloves that ran from her fingertips, to a few inches above her elbows. She was wearing a slanted skirt, the right half starting just below her mid-thigh, and the left half ending just above her knee. She had long, snow-white stockings, reaching to where her skirt ended, and the same violet-colored leather shoes, complete with the thin gold leather outline. On her back was a cloak, used to protect from her sun, trailing down to her calves, with a golden brooch keeping it securely fastened around her neck. Fastened to her belt was a pair of small, sharp daggers, as well as a short-sword, though for her size, it was about the proportions of a normal sword for an adult.
It had seemed like only minutes, but when her eyes opened, she was not in her bed. Confused, she looked down at the ground she was laying on.
