Chapter One
She did not perform some heroic deed. All she did was faint like she were a dainty, delicate princess. But she was not dainty, nor was she delicate. Not even close to the young warrior that she was.
She could feel a pair of strong arms carry her body, but she could not see to whom the arms belonged. Soon, the person holding her put her down on something soft. After what felt like an eternity, her eyes fluttered open. She was lying on a bed in a colossal tent that looked like a hospital. She looked up and saw a boy standing over her.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?” she asked the anonymous boy trying to sound her usual fierce self.
“My name is Rhan, ” the boy said, trying desperately to hold a laugh back.
“What do you want?” She screamed at Rhan, attempting to get out of bed.
“Whoa!! I am your escort, Vala. My job is to keep you safe,” he said. And with that, Rhan prevented her from getting out of bed.
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“What do you mean I can’t fight?!” Vala asked at the very top of her lungs.
“I mean what you think I mean,” a man she guessed was a doctor replied soothingly.
“But, fighting is, like, a part of me. I was born to fight, not sit around all day and do nothing,” She yelled, blinking fast like she was fighting back the tears.
“Hey, Vala. There’s no reason to be upset,” Rhan said calmingly and soothingly.
“Yes, there is! I can’t fight. I’m useless!” She howled as if she were a coyote howling at the pale moon.
“You’re not useless. You can help us plan. When you get better, you can fight,” Rhan replied.
“And who, may I ask, is ‘us’?” Vala asked, her voice dripping with poisoned honey. “I am the daughter of Xara and Jelric Ravenblade, two of the best warriors of all time. I can’t just plan. I need to fight.
Her parents. Were they alright?
