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Crystal listened to Iduril's words and tried to put them to use in her mind, but failed in vain. A deep sense of dread had caught a hold of not only her mind, but her spirit as well. Something terrible would happen this night that was changing into dawn. She only hoped that it was an injury not death. She could aid in an injury.
She urged her horse forward. Her mind wandered into thoughts of her past. She had only seen one other battle in her lifetime. Even though her father had taught her the ways of the sword she still hadn't been allowed to weild it outside of the safety of her home. She had gone against him one day when she heard that Rohan was under attack and its neighbors from Gondor had not come as of yet. She had taken it upon herself to help her city, the city that she at one time loved. She had dressed herself as one of the kitchen boys and had taken the sword that her father had given her. She had hurried to the front lines. Her disguise went unnoticed and she had been allowed to fight.
The battle had been brutual. Her sword had taken many lives that day. She had been quick and swift, much more so then any man. She could remember her dearest friend and love fall besides her. Arty had no idea that she was there. She had taken one of the horses that no longer had a rider and put Arty up on the saddle. She jumped up and had rode quickly back into Rohan and to his home. His father was out at the battle field and his mother had disappeared. She had stayed with him and took care of his wounds and prayed.
Those memories, even though if she spoke them out loud would sound simple, were anything but. They were the some of the worst memories that she had ever encountered. She had seen a lot of things that she never wanted to remember.
Yet, she had decided to run away. She had joined the travellers that saw many battles and she had when she was with them. She had taken lives of men that tried to rape her in the endless stream of Inns and bars she had gone into. She had killed countless of numbers of her father's men that tried to track her down and bring her back to Rohan.
This was different. She was fighting for the life of Maen, she was fighting for the life of Atharen. She was fighting for the life of the entire company. This was much more then just a city. So much more then just a place where one lived. This was a battle to keep Maen and her company safe so she can get revenge and live beyond it.
Crystal began to wonder if when the time arose for Maen to have her revenge if she would take it.
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