Tall grass gave way to tall trees as she ran, and, gasping for air, exhausted, she tripped and fell flat on her stomach. Propping herself up on her elbows, she put one hand to her forehead to wipe away the trickling sweat, but when she pulled her hand away, it was covered with blood.
Dragging the heavy greatsword with her last bit of strength, she managed to get into the forest proper and, hugging a log, bowed her head and closed her eyes.
The sun was just setting when she awakened, and now, more rested but still a bit dizzy, it occurred to her to make a fire to ward off any creatures that prowled the area. Clad only in a silk blouse and leather trousers, she knew she’d be no match for whatever might come. She eyed the greatsword where she had dropped it. Why would she have something like this anyway?
Sitting before the newly made campfire, the young woman pushed her wavy auburn hair out of her eyes. She noticed a flash of light on her left ring finger, and indeed found a simple yet elegant band on it. Staring at it intently, she felt that perhaps she may have loved someone very deeply, and a shadow crossed her heart, like the brushing of a dove’s wing. And then it was gone, like the rest of her memories. Staring forlornly into the flames, she rubbed her eyes, and hoped that morning would show her the way home.
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