User:Laylascout82/sandbox

I'm going to tell you about someone you've never heard of. Someone very famous.. but long lost in history. So lost, very few remember legends of the girl named Skye Joice. Skye was born to her mother and father as Skye Louise Braxton. She grew up in the small town of Havenhoth. When she was born, her father was far, far away working. John worked across the world and Skye didn't meet her father until she was six years old. Her mother, Sarah, worked as a nurse, cook, maid, and nanny every day of the week. She left the house at 4:00 a.m., and didn't return until 1:00 a.m. the next morning. When she was an infant, Sarah left Skye with her grandparents, who were retired. When Skye turned six, her father came home, and they met for the first time, as I said before. Skye had heard many, many wonderful stories about John. How brave, strong, talented and assured he was. After John came home, he stayed at home with Skye while Sarah was at work. Soon, John began to train her. He trained her how to fight, spy, and most important of all, how to be a hero. A warrior. John knew that one day, Skai would be something, someone, extraordinary.

By the time Skai was twelve, she was a soldier. She was amazing. John often tested her skills by taking her to the market. She would sneak past the shopkeeper, steal as much as she could and later return everything.

When she turned thirteen, Skai's mother and father were killed by three men who had believed that John was a former spy, which was correct. Skye was at her grandmother's at the time, and when she found out what happened, she walked out of the door and out of Havenhoth. She ran. She ran until she was sure her legs would simply fall to the ground, but they didn't. Skye had brought her father's sword along with her, for protection. She was lost, so she took a look around where she was. It was like a forest, but covered in snow and ice. It obviously was cold, so she took her mother's red velvet cloak that shed brought along and wrapped it around her. She lie in the snow, until she fell asleep.

When she awoke, it was very early morning. She stood up and brushed the snow off of her and managed to pick the ice off her hair. Soon, she set off to find shelter. She walked until nearly five in the evening, when she turned around because she heard footsteps, like a very, very large animal of some sort. As she looked, in the distance, she saw a great big grizzly bear staring straight at her. Her jw dropped as the bear started to run towards her. She pulled out her sword and was ready to fight, and as she took a swing, something ran by and pushed her to the side, her falling down in the snow, as a boy stabbed the bear in the heart. She looked up as the big animal fell to the ground. There stood a boy with dark blond hair, wearing a black cloak, and sheathing his dagger. He looked to be about the same age as Skye, maybe a little older. "I could've taken it." She looked at him and said. " What an odd way to thank someone.." He said sarcastically as he turned to leave. "Wait!" she called as she stood up. "Thank you." He turned back to her. "Your welcome." He replied. She stepped towards him. "Skye." She said as she held out her hand. "Bline." He said. "Oh, well, Bline, where you heading?" she asked.

"To the kingdom. Of course, not right now. I was just taking a walk in the woods." He smiled. "Why? Where are you heading?" She looked down at her feet. "Yes.. the kingdom. That's where. What was it called again?" Bline laughed a little. "Arendye. Kingdom Arendye." Skye blushed. "Oh, right. Arendye. I forgot." Skye and Bline walked and talked for ages. "Well, I should be getting home. I have to pack. We are leaving next week." "Oh! You live around here?" She said, surprised. "Yes I do. Come on, you can join us for dinner."

Bline's house was a little cabin behind a small meadow. When she walked in, there was a woman, a man, and a little girl with the same hair as Bline. "Mom? Dad? This is Skye, I met her in the woods. She's heading to Arendye, too!" His mother and father smiled. "Well, isn't that nice. Would you join us for dinner, Skye?" said his mother. "Um.. sure. That would be nice.