Kalika's BackgroundWhen she was only fifteen, Kalika slipped out her window and left behind the only home she knew. She was bitter then. Turned away by her family and sent to live with an uncle she didn't know. As she slipped out the window she smiled a smile of purpose as she slipped her backpack over her shoulders. The night air was fresh, and the balmy breeze caressed her skin, awakening the senses within her, forever linking her with the beauty of the night. She looked wondrously upon the stars as she made her way through the woods, not realizing that somewhere ahead, in the shadows, danger awaited her. After a few more minutes of walking, she paused to rest, slipping her backpack from her body. Suddenly, someone was upon her, slipping a strong arm around her throat, cutting off her breath. She struggled, her feet kicking in the dirt as her fingers helplessly clawed at the iron grip that held her. Her dark eyes looked to the heavens, the moon blurring in her vision as she attempted to hold onto consciousness. Blackness held her as she fell to the ground, realizing that the assailants grip no longer held her. She gagged, coughing as she attempted to draw a breath. A searing pain took over where the deep pressure upon her neck had been, and she screamed as the blade cut into her flesh, her warm blood spilling over her flesh angering her that her life would so soon end at the beginning of her freedom. She coughed, one hand holding the wound at her neck, the other grasping for her sword as her eyes fell upon the back of the highway man who was now rummaging through her belongings. Her breathe came in silent gasps, her bloody hand falling from her wound to hold the hilt of her sword. her attacker, who was unaware of her presence, continued to file through her personal belongings as she slipped up behind him. Just then he turned, a look of surprise managing to register upon his face before his head was lopped off. Kalika, overcome with shock from her loss of blood fell to her knees, her eyes turning to the heavens before she lost consciousness. When she could at last open her eyes, light from the setting sun poured upon her face. Glancing around, she realized she was no longer upon the hard dirt of the road, but instead she was upon a soft blanket of grass by a stream. She sat upright, her hands flying to her neck which was now bound carefully to allow the wound to heal. Her dark eyes searched the trees around her, looking for a presence, but they found none. With a headache, the memories of the night before pounding in her mind with every beat of her heart, Kalika pushed herself to her feet and gingerly slipped on her backpack. From this time forward, she had changed. She had closed her eyes, last glimpsing upon the stars, believing that she would never open them again. And, now, being able to watch the sun set so that she could welcome the night once more. As for the man who dared to cross her path with ill intentions, shall his body send out warning to all the men who shall arrive in her future. Beware, for she will not take kindly to you.
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Kalika's History
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