The swordswoman was the first to succumb to her injuries. Yet no matter how much they talked, still no one came to their rescue. They even joked together to set their minds at ease. Their conversation started with reassurance: "Someone will come." By remaining silent, the fear only became worse. The thought that no one would come gnawed at them until they could bear it no longer. Ironically, it was fear that broke the ice between the two. Neither the swordswoman nor the sorcerer knew what they could possibly say to each other. There was a deep history of bitterness between the two people, and rarely was there contract between them. And thus began their short time together.Īt first, there was silence. the wounded pair were no match for them.Īll they could do was remain still and wait for help. The two had found themselves in a cave at the bottom of the ravine, and monsters prowled outside. He appeared to have been defeated by the same monster. The Druid was covered in wounds, and he seemed barely able to move either. "You shouldn't move yet." It was a man in black robes, a Druid sorcerer. Intense pain wracked her body as she attempted to move. She took a fierce blow, and was thrown deep into a ravine. Her desperation was such that she became more and more reckless in combat as the days wore on.īy chance, she one day encountered a monster in the wilds, and heedless of the warnings that it was too much for her, she engaged it. She could forget about her womanhood on the battlefield. Hiding her sorrow, she was fixated on battle. And so, she had convinced herself that no man would ever love such a mannish woman. She had been treated as a male since birth she was far more rugged and muscular than the average man. She had fame and success, and the price of this was that she had much to lose: her happiness as a woman. She became widely known for her skill, and this was helped by the novelty of her being a female warrior. There once was a woman, who, since she was born, had always been so big and so strong, she'd put any man to shame.Īs an adult, she began working as a mercenary.
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