--Hero--
Ella walked through the crowded city towards the monument with one hand resting on her sword. An overwhelming feeling of anxiety had settled in her gut hours before followed by an urge to find the nearest tavern. With a heavy sigh she calmed herself as she turned the last corner. The monument quickly came into view in all it's splender. She was to meet the other "Heros' there. Why they were called 'Heros" when none of them had fought like their parents had she would never understand. From afar she eyed a young man, arms full of white roses, who seemed to be flirting. Judging from the sword he carried she knew he must be one of them.
[I]"Great. One of THOSE people."[/I] Bri chuckled in her head.
[I]"Oh hush. He may be a perfectly nice guy. First impressions are not always right ."[/I] Ella calmly replied.
[I]"Oh yeah? Well they could be improved by a pint of Ale."]
All the while she crept slowly towards the two fellow "heros".