The Beginning

Part 2 Written by Nikki (aka Camaro) As the sun rose so did the old woman. Camaro still lay awake from the previous night. Regardless of the traumatic event that happened to Camaro the old woman started her with duties. She saw the spring in the woman's step. She had an idea why. There was talk in the small village of how the Seamstress would keep up her duties with her age taking affect on her well-aged body. Camaro realized that she was the reason for the woman's chipper mood this morning. She stared at the woman willing her to disappear too. But she knew that this woman no matter how rude her intentions might be was her only hope. And she also knew what the old maid wanted, she needed her help so she would not tell the soldiers of her whereabouts if they came back for her. Camaro swallowed the thought that maybe they had killed her Father and Brother. She didn't know why they would but she was almost certain of it. Sitting up as the woman grabbed a muffin and tossed it to her. She caught it easily only to replace it on the table. She couldn't bear the thought of eating. She felt sick to the stomach. Getting to her feet she followed the old woman as her lessons began. She first learned how to wash clothes. She already knew this though having to take over that duty when her Mother grew ill and unable to do it. But the old maid insisted on showing her how it was done. Then came the correct way of hanging clothes and how to mend them.   Over the years she would also learn to make rolls of fabric into beautiful articles of clothing. The old maid was talented that was for sure. And Camaro was happy to learn this gift. She never got over the events that passed when she was younger. She dwelled on them often. They again what else was there to do? She was always working; the piles of clothes never seemed to get any smaller. She wasn't allowed to go out and socialize. The old woman kept her inside afraid that the soldiers would be back someday. She couldn't afford to lose her precious helper. Camaro felt like a prisoner in the hut. She escaped in the dark of the night on many occasions, sometimes for days at a time. But that is another story all together.   On one of these days that Camaro escaped from the old maid's watchful sight, she had ventured into the tavern down the street. She was sixteen and she thought that she could handle anything. It was mostly curiosity more than anything but it got the better of her and she entered the smoke filled room. Nothing caught her fancy and she left shortly after. Taking a shortcut through the alley behind the tavern to head down to the creek was her plan. But this was short lived when a man attacked her in the dark dirt alley. He assaulted her and beat her when she tried to get away from his grip. When he had fulfilled his need he let her go promising that he would come back for more when the time was right. She ran home sobbing in her now torn clothing. She wiped the blood from her lip onto the sleeve of the dress. Finally making the small trip to the hut that was her home, she busted through the door, gathering her things into a sack. The old maid knew something was wrong but couldn't get Camaro to talk to her about it. The old woman was frantic at the thought of the girl leaving. But she was no match for Camaro. When she tried to stop her Camaro pushed her with such force that the woman almost fell on her behind. She then disappeared through the door never to be seen by the old Seamstress again.   Towns passed by only being a blur of images to Camaro. Until finally after a couple days travel. Exhaustion set in and she decided to make her new home completely and utterly alone. She had no clue where she was but it was another small town and surely it would serve its purpose. She found a room at the Inn of the town and offered to wash some of their laundry for her keep. She eventually settled in and even made some friends. Even getting her own small hut in due time. The Innkeeper's wife was the first to befriend her. She taught her how to read and write. After spending three years in this place war fell upon the town. She barely escaped with her life. But as it has been said before Camaro's advantages here and the tale of how she got out alive is another story. The reason for mentioning this event in her life is to saw the pain she has been through and to establish an outline of her life. So on goes the story.   She found herself in another place yet again alone. Her friend and escort were both killed by the warriors that brought havoc on her old village. This place she arrived at was called Enchantica. Her escort had picked this land to bring her to. She had made it but he didn't. It seemed to her that everyone that she got close to left her, be it by death or just disappearing. She planted herself in this place. Slowly her dreams started coming true. She made friends, ones that she would consider family. Also she fell in love, got married, and started her own family. Upon marrying she gained the responsibility of running a realm. Her adoptive Mother, a Queen, had given it to her as a wedding gift. York was its name and she loved it there. It was beautiful and peaceful. She seemed as if she was on top of the world. Everything was going her way. But life seldom has happy endings, as many know well.   War rained down on York. Being the Duchess, Camaro had to go and defend her land. That is where we are at the present time. So back to the whole reason for this story. Ever since the death of her Mother, Camaro's powers have been suppressed. Even through the other traumatic events in her life they have never showed any sign of coming forth. That is until now. Until she had finally achieved happiness and confidence in her life. That the threat of war came crashing down on her yet again. Sticking her in the middle of a battlefield to finally bring out signs of Magick. Keep in mind that this Magick is untrained and raw. Mix that with rage and anger for her enemy. What will happen with her natural power that she had keep repressed for most of her life? Will she find out how to use them? Will they resurface without her control? And if so will she use them for evil doing? Will this newfound ability cause her own destruction? Only time can answer these questions. So here ends the story. What does the future hold? hhmmm?