Visions. They were vivid and distracting. She could still taste the floating particles in the air. Ash and smoke drifted high and low, the essence of burning decay and bloody carcasses tickled her senses, but she continued to press on. She could feel them all, the forsaken souls that had become lost during this war. Her body trembled, her knees quaked as they searched for inner strength. She did not ask for this, she did not want this..but his voice continued to echo in the back of her mind. It was his command that she followed without question. Then, she saw the light..
Ebony hues popped upon capturing the dimming rays of a far away sunset. Looking around, the clearing in the forest seemed so peaceful and kind. The fluffy clouds that rolled across the cobalt sky only added to it's tranquil beauty. Yet, as the fading sunlight rained down upon her, she was not dressed in her usual attire. On the average, this fair mistress lavished herself in extravagant gowns that complimented her greatly. However, now she was covered in leather britches and a tight fitting tank top with only a collar to wrap around her neck. In her right hand, lay a single steel staff. The weapon itself seemed quite normal, with no further accessories attached. But just because the glimmering surface was calm, didn't mean that nothing was waiting in the darker waters.
Moving forward, she made an attempt to feel the ground around her. The terrain itself was made of wood chips, grass and dirt, which made for fair traction. Her sunless hair was pulled away from her angelic face while her right hand steadily gripped her elongated weapon.
She was a bit nervous, for melee was not in her best interest. Although, there was no time like the present to start learning the art of combat.
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