Theorynn was yanked to the ground by her shield arm before she could recognize the arrival of her king in the arena. Sliding her arm from her shield she rolled her shoulder and winced lightly. Not dislocated, but it would certainly be sore in the days to come. Looking up to where the king stood in the near middle of the arena she ran her eyes across the situation fighting the nausea and ringing in her head. The kings magic felt akin to standing next to explosives as they blew. Below the king however lay a man, perhaps a half orc? Hard to judge from that distance. The man was still. No breath entered his lungs and certainly no life filled his eyes as the king gently closed his lids. The centaur had killed. In the utter silence of the moment Theorynn closed her eyes, her long lashes barely grazing her cheeks, and prayed for the departed.
When the king spoke his voice was soft and yet it felt like a great weight being placed on her shoulders. He was certainly someone who’s power you could get some sense of just standing in his presence. Shaking her head lightly Theorynn tried to pay attention to what was being said, but until the ringing began to fade her mind could not regain itself. Was this truly the power of the kings magics? No wonder he’d never used them in close proximity to the cities before. She’d heard of tales of what the kings were capable of, but this was truly awe-inspiring.
“So begins the selection of the Lion Heart.” The only words she heard and the only ones she had so desperately wished to hear all day.
Forcing herself to her feet Theorynn prepared to join the rest of the combatants closer to the king. Before she could even take a step however she found herself suddenly at his side along with several others. All it took was an instant. Reaching up Theorynn reflexively tucked her mousy brown hair behind her right ear. There wasn’t much to tuck as she kept her hair relatively short and choppy, some even speculated she simply cut it with a dagger, but it was simply a reflex born of embarrassment and shock. As a blush rose to her lightly freckled cheeks Theorynn scratched the back of her neck. She had made it? She had really made the cut? Somehow in her endeavors she had actually managed to call the attention of her king and gain a place amongst the greatest of heroes......Did she truly deserve such an honor?
Pushing the invasive thoughts from her head Theorynn steeled her gaze and rolled her shoulders back. This was no time to be meek. She had earned this. She had made her dream in to her reality. She was following after her father after all these years. She was proving her worth. This is where she was meant to be. This is where she had fought and worked and bled to be. There was no turning back and there was no flaking out.