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Eliana Elcott
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Although I am one of the "pure" and "innocent"...we all have flaws that we hide from the world...
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About Me:
Age: 19
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 161lbs
Hair: Light brown/copper
Eye: Hazel
Siblings: Ceder (Brother Deceased at 17)
My name is Eliana Elcott. My father is a baker and I aid him in his business. I am nineteen years old and, according to my friends, have still to become a woman. I on the other hand think that being a woman is more then spending a night with a man just to have the title of "woman". I have refrained from such activities and will continue to do so until I see fit to change my ways. Although I will admit to being a little flustered at the fact that I do not know the..."wonderful" touch of a man.
I am an only child, that is after the death of my older brother. His name was Cedarus and he was a kind and noble man. I loved my brother more then anything and felt pride at the fact that I was the only one he allowed to call him Cedar. I am three years younger then him, making me fourteen at the time of his death. We were walking through the forest gathering fruits for our father bakery to make treats for a festival when we ran into danger. To this day I'm not sure what is was. But is was big, terrifying, and hungry. My brother told me to run, and I did. We ran as fast as we could away from the beast, but it was no use. It knocked me down and went for the kill but my brother, my dear brave brother, knocked it off of me and saved my life. I ran as far as I could from them, but the sound of my brothers cries of agony still echo in my head even now. The creature attacked him, clawed at him ,bite him, tore him open, but I knew that he would have rather it be him then me. He saved my life and was giving his for mine, and I hid in large hallowed out stump. We were only a half a mile from the city, but I found no courage to run and get help. I was frozen in my spot for what seemed like hours, not moving, listening fearfully to every sound that the forest made. My tree stump was only accessible by a small hole that only I in my small size and young age could fit through. I could see into a small clearing and watched as the shadows along the ground grew with the setting sun. A figure crept from the trees.
It was my brother. Broken, bleeding, in agony, and dying. His weakness only took him to the clearing and in seeing me in my hiding place his eyes still lit with the sight of my alive. A smile graced his bloody lips and he reached out a hand to me. I didn't move. He asked me to help him to the city. I did nothing. A cry of the beast echoed in the distance. He begged me to help him to the city. I said nothing. Demanding, begging, pleading, crying out in helplessness, he said he needed me. I did nothing for him. Frozen in fear my lips did not move with words, nor did my body move to help him, my brother, my friend. I did nothing. Eyes glowed behind him. The growl of the hungry beast filled the quiet clearing, my brothers cries of fear and terror followed. His figure disappeared into the shadows of the tree's, his blood stained the grass, his fighting was ended, and his desperate pleads of life were silenced, forever.
I watched my brother die.
I did nothing.
And I told no one.
When they asked what had happened to him I gave him the hero's tale. He saved my life by willingly giving his and telling me to get away and survive. I told nothing of how I sat and did not hep my brother when he begged me for a hand, when he pleaded for life. I did not tell of how I sat and watched as the beast ate my brother alive, listening to his please for his sister, not jumping in to stop the vile creature like he had so lovingly done for me.
I told no one.
A hero's death is the way he deserved to be remembered, but my memories and dreams still haunt me to this day. My loving brother dead because of my cowardice. The guilt still weighing heavy on my heart. The memory still plaguing me thoughts.
May the gods forgive me...
Hometown:
Britalland
Country:
United States
Occupation:
Assistant at my Fathers Bakery
Companies:
The Elcott Bakery
Schools:
None
Interests:
Dancing and Literature
Music:
Drums and flutes
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~Kale Oblivion~
i think he wants Eliana haha
~Kale Oblivion~
its alright buddy :)
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~Kale Oblivion~
lol its ok
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please call me
-lind