Post by Charlotte on Jun 11, 2011 7:45:27 GMT -5
Charlotte walked through the hall, with Artachshatra at her side. Her mother was royalty, daughter of an Arabian sultan. She had lived with her mother for most of her life, and there she had been given a lion cub as her tenth birthday present. Artachshatra's ancestors had been kept in captivity of the sultans forever, and she was not about to let that line stop. She had taken her mother's appearance: Brown waved hair, Close to pale skin, but had taken her father's golden eyes. This is the first country, other than Arabia and Egypt, she had come to live in. As she elegantly walked through the camp, everyone looked at her. The only reason she was here was because her mother feared her for what she was: a demi-god. This was the only place she could send her where she could also stay, so she reluctantly agreed to go, and she arrived a few days ago. She had found the cabin she had been told was for her father, and entered it.
