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She was resting her back on the trunk of an old oak, the bark brushing lightly on her now bloodstained linen shirt.
Not too far the huge carcass of an Ironite was resting on the lush underbrush of the forest, the strong green of the leaves eating the pinkish skin of the dragon.
She sighed, looking down at the stains.
Years ago she would never have been so clumsy, the red coat surely helped hiding the bloodstains but she knew that something was missing and it wasn't a matter of garments.
A loud roar thundered in the sky and a small raindrop fell on her nose, wrinkling at the sudden little splash of cold water.
The burmecian looked up at the huge gathering rainclouds, a little smile forming on her silver gray muzzle.
Calmly she got up, brushing the dust from her orange pants.
She had a love and hate relationship with rain, it brought so many memories that grew heavy on her shoulders, heavyer than the rain during a rainstorm.
Sometimes rain felt like a blessing, it reminded her the times of her childhood when she played in her house garden, of her Dragoonhood when she trained under the rain of Burmecia, with the smell of wet stones and the strong scent of the iron of her lance.
But sometimes rain felt more like bullets, and those days were always hard to get by, even if they would eventually pass, as the falling rain.
Passing by but not fading.
She took her cloak from a nearby branch, the fabric embracing the small but muscular shoulders.
With a swift gesture of her left hand and a cracking noise she extracted her Javelin from the skull of the dead dragon, letting the rain wash the blood of the beast from the point of the old lance.
She closed her eyes for a moment and placed her hands together in a praying stance, ignoring the tickling of the raindrops on her hair.
It was now time to continue her journey, she couldn't stop, not now.
She wasnt't ready to stop yet.
Freya put on the cloak hood and, with her lance packed on her back, started walking her way out of the forest.
Perhaps things would settle down finally, but only time could tell.
And she had plenty.
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So this is more of an introduction than a real chapter!
I'm writing again after 10 years and it felt so strange yet so good, writing relax me so much and i had this story in my head since months.
I hope to be able to write it down properly (also sorry for the probable syntax errors, english is not my language and i'm trying my best).
I'll do my best to update regularly!