[This roleplay is rated mature for reasons that may include but are not limited to: strong language, suggestive themes, violence, and mild romance. Reader discretion is advised.]
The night was just starting to set in over the land. Children and adults alike knew better than to be out during the night, not with all the rumors that had come up as of late. There were plenty of rumors about some dark lord, some black beast summoning undead armies in an effort to destroy the world. No one knew the mage's motives, or if he was even real, but no one wanted to take their chances, either. Nighttime was a time to stay inside, to not dare head out, unless one wanted to be enrolled in an army of complete annihilation.
One being, however, lifted herself from the quilt she had set for herself and rubbed at her eyes. The night was her morning, and as she stretched herself awake she took inventory of her belongings. Her old, worn backpack was still there, which housed her quilt, pillow, and a few other trinkets she liked to carry around. The clothes on her back were still intact. She was a plain girl, wearing practical clothes in dark shades, with a dark hood to cover much of her face. Lastly, her second bag, her most valuable possession, was still by her side. This satchel seemed older than the girl herself, and it was falling apart in several places. Inside was an ancient book that was even worse for wear. This book, perhaps, was worth more than the girl's life.
After packing her quilt and pillow back into the backpack she headed out. This was a normal day for her: sleeping outside during the afternoons, and wandering for answers during the night. She was unafraid of the dark being; in fact, she wanted to find him. Maybe, after a lifetime of searching, she would find in him the answers she so desperately needed.
It was not long before the voices started. They were quiet today, the girl's fan club. Several voices spoke in a language no one else seemed to know. A few of them gave off muffled screams. But the girl seemed to have no problem with ignoring them, and she continued onward. Maybe today she would finally get a lead. Maybe she would learn what her book, or her abilities, or the mark on her face meant.