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" Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the invincible girl... Phyrra Nikos!"
That damn introduction, why does it have to be so loud, so obnoxious, so rememberable. Looking at my reflection I barely recognize the girl on the scroll, a former shadow of the girl that wanted to be a huntress and protect the people but turned into a icon of fame. A brown overbust corset with a vertical strip of lighter brown in the center, an elastic, black, A-line mini skirt and brown opera-length gloves on both arms. She's wearing a red ankle-length sash that wrapped around her skirt, which was the only momento of her father's.
As for accessories, there was a small circular bronze plate on her right hip opposite two pouches with both connected to a belt. Underneath her hair, a brown circlet adorned with a pair of small, green, teardrop-shaped emeralds on thin chains. A large bronze gorget around her neck and a bronze bracelet on the upper half of her left arm. She had elaborate bronze greaves that started below her mid-thigh before continuing downwards into her boots as well as a pair of cuisses that began mid-thigh and ended slightly above her knees. She was also equipped with a bronze bracer. Her high-heeled boots were brown with bronze trim, matching her skirt and sleeves and reaching up to mid-calf.
I sigh as the reviews of the fight play on my discarded scroll, my greatest achievements yet my worst mistake. So many victories have now become meaningless as I look around my lavish room my manager paid for. I shiver at the thought that could happen, fear in my mind as I think of the worst. I know she would never do things that are popular in mistralian hentai.
" Focus, phyrra you don't need to think about that stuff. Just be your best at this party, " I say as I force a smile on my face as I look at the dress I'm supposed to wear to the party. A sleeveless red turtleneck dress that is backless with a thigh length skirt. Crimson and bronze heeled strapped sandals. Such beauty yet it's a shell holding self-doubt and harm. I still feel the small cuts along my inner thighs, self inflicted wounds, the only things I control, the only imperfections in my life.
I know it's not healthy but sometimes I can't take it anymore. The talk of how I'm the perfect huntress to be, they strive to be like me but only if they knew. I get up from the makeup vanity and head towards my hotel door when I stop and sigh, " no more, it's time to carve my own destiny."
Walking out of the hotel dressed in a hoodie and jeans, my armor and weapons hidden in a backpack I'm carrying, I walk the moonlite streets of vale. I pass by bar hoppers, clubbers, and other nightly citizens. Looking at them envying their lives how they are the ones in control. As I'm walking by wreathing in my jealous thoughts I bump into someone.
" Sorry," I say out of habit I flinch on the inside as I see them look at me and pray to oum they don't recognize me. He's a tall handsome teen with blonde hair and blue eyes, perfect genes according to some. He's wearing a Brown button jacket that's left open showing a fleece lining and a black undershirt. A shoulder holster supports two revolvers and a belt holds a sword sheathed in a dark gray scabbard and holding up some gray cargo jeans and boots. Definitely huntsman in training or wanna be. He chuckles and says," it's all good just taking in the sights I bet."
" Yes, it's my first time in vale," I easily lie hoping he doesn't catch it. My sponsorships have me going everywhere on remnant just to promote the image. As I'm about to walk away my stomach growls and I blush because I've missed dinner, and lunch. Forced starvation was my latest idea to be truly noticed but it hasn't worked yet.
" Sorry, I'm hoping to find a good place to eat but I don't know where," I say pretending to look around and he laughs.
" I know a place if you trust a stranger," he says smiling. I nod and follow him down some roads before we come to this Eastern mistralian looking open air shop.
A simple wok
Sluuurp sluuurp slurp
" Must've been starving huh," says the boy, Jaune, as I consume my 3rd ramen dish. A play on mistralian yogurt and shawarma beef and noodles. It's delicious best I ever had. I blush at his laugh and pout angrily into my bowl as he eats his miso pork ramen. Glaring over the rim of the bowl as I slurp the stock he fishes into his pocket and pays for our meal before standing up. I stop glaring and he says," I gotta go, but here is my number and where I'm staying if you want to hang or get away from it all miss Nikos."
I stand up straight expecting him to go into fan mode but he laughs and says," I hope you change your style before you join an academy. Your style is more on show than effectiveness and that could kill you. Plus that armor is mostly for fan service so I suggest looking into other forms of protection at least to add. Maybe some chainmail, in between your armor and body as well as a helmet. If you'd like I could help you out on the design, but that's for another time."
I stare at his retreating figure as I look at the paper and see his number and address, along with a note.
' your hair is quite beautiful, and when you bumped into me a piece slipped into my pocket. I'm going to call it my red string of fate. Have fun miss Nikos and take what I said into account.'