Cynthia was up early in the morning, practicing both her lance skills and her heroic poses. The nations were at peace, with every present threat been defeated and Grima laid to rest, yet there would always be a need for soldiers, possibly even heroes, like the one she aspired to be.
She had gone outside so that she could be alone, as others were prone to judge her. Cynthia twirled her lance through the air and thrusted.
“HI-YA!” She pushed her lance forward and struck a pose. “Evil doers, face the wrath of my lance!”
Cynthia paused to consider her words. Was that too cheesy? Others thought her words actions strange, but she tried to shrug it off.
Cynthia sighed, suddenly feeling fatigue from her training session. Even heroes needed to take breaks. Cynthia sat down and tried to relax.
Wait.. was there something glistening over there? She approached it and picked it up. It appeared to be a kind of stone, glowing with a strange light. It was like nothing she had seen before but looked quite pretty.
Cynthia looked around. There didn’t seem to be any sign of a possible owner, someone must have dropped it here, if she could find whoever it could be. She bent down and picked it up and as she did, she felt a strange prickly sensation that quickly passed.
What happened? Cynthia tried to shake it off. Why did her clothes and armor suddenly feel tighter?
I can't have put on weight! I've been eating so healthily!
She checked her stomach, it looked the same as she always remembered it.
Ohh maybe I developed some arms. Eat your heart out Kjelle!
She checked her arms, but those to seemed the same as she remembered them.
What's up with that? Cynthia thought to herself, before shaking the thoughts away.
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