“And with that, was the end of the beginning. For every moment of hatred she had remembered, for every man, woman and child that had been wronged because she had failed them, and for every soldier she had called brother and sister, all became a force of strength within her two bare hands as that axe plummeted deep into her fated foes head. The past laid deep within where it belonged now; the past. All before her laid a new future of what, she did not know. But soon what she would come to a realization was that perhaps, she had more to look forward to than she could ever possibly imagine, and more.”

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