Idril's background - Arc new ring

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Idril POV:

My name is Idril, captain of Gondor I was raised in the citadel of Minas Ithil and all my life I have lived in it and for it.

My father is the general of the army in the city, he is in charge of the logistics, the training, the deployment of the soldiers. He also manages the global equipment and orders to the different forges the weapons necessary for the effective functioning of the army.

I lived for many years in blissful peace with my family, me, my little sister, my father and my mother. We lived in the upper city, but we never discriminated against our fellow Gondorians, we are all united under the same culture and come from the same place, discrimination or racism does not exist in our community.

Since I was a child, I have been fascinated by the culture of my kingdom, immersed in books and ancient stories, I have always wanted to learn more about how it works. Driven by my passions, I dreamed of becoming the governor of my city, and of taking care of its inhabitants.

As time went by, the city was gradually emptied of its inhabitants, and the happy times gradually passed. The mordor, more active than ever, frightened some, but the majority, including myself, still believed in Gondor and our military power. We had defeated our opponents in the past, driven them out and taken their lands.

We were not in fear, we knew our strength.

Until that day, when I was 12 years old, while I was in the lower city with my sister and mother, the enemy struck, the gate fell, the howling of the orcs, the drums of war, the explosions, the sound of catapults smashing the walls.

Caught off guard by the situation the soldiers took time to reorganize, but the damage was already done, the orcs in the city slaughtered many lives, this army arrived at our gates undetected by our outposts.

We still don't know why this army was able to attack us so quickly.

In the surprise of the attack, I still remember my mother's words

"Idril, run, let's go to the upper city now!" she shouted, grabbing my hand and running desperately towards the upper city, with my little sister Illica in the other hand.

We ran for a while before being attacked by two bloodthirsty orcs, one of whom grabbed my mother by the shoulder and thrust his blade into her heart, killing her instantly. As for my little sister, she also succumbed to the second orc.

Panic stricken, I fell to the ground, in a last hope of defense, I grabbed a stone and threw it at one of the orcs, without effect.

Then, as if saved by a miracle, some soldiers who were passing by killed the two orcs, one of them took me to the middle city, while I was brought to the middle city, I heard the Gondorian horn, sounding the counterattack.

This event deeply changed my life, and my father's too. He who was always cheerful, attentive to our health and kind, pleasant to live with, became cold, distant, strict, he closed in on himself and changed, immersed in his work constantly.

The city was plunged into fear and the inhabitants understood the danger they were in, many of them left, this event was the beginning of a new era for our city, a dark era filled with suffering, many attacks followed, weakening our position even more.

And the high command of Gondor turned away from us, sometimes sending reinforcements, but of poor quality, and meager quantities.

As for me, I changed, I became aware of my weakness and entered the training camps. I discovered that I had a gift for fighting, especially in the wielding of the sword, being stronger than my peers.

Training more and more, I only wished for the well being of my city, and not wanting to live again what I lived, I didn't take my eyes off my objective once.

In order not to let the laughter of the children turn into tears, to make our people happy again as they were before, I had to become strong.

After years of training, I became captain of the city, but the joy was short-lived. Shortly after my promotion, in a final assault, the forces of Mordor sent many troops to our city, no matter how many orcs were killed, they always came back in greater numbers.

It's been two years now, today is a bad day for our city, many of our soldiers have perished, the orcs have managed to mount a huge assault on the lower city, and we are about to lose it. Doing my best to drive them out of the city, I led my men against the largest army they had.

After some time, we found ourselves in difficulty, that's when he appeared, a ranger of the black gate, dancing in the middle of the orcs like an angel of death, each blow of his sword took away some enemies.

Seeing him fighting with his strange abilities, I understood once again, I am still weak, I must practice more and more, as long as I can't take revenge and protect my loved ones.

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I hope you will like this little background of Idril, it's the first time I write this kind of thing, don't hesitate to advise me.

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