Zofia sits quietly on a grassy knoll just outside the camp, the soft rustle of leaves her only company. Her silver hair glimmers faintly under the pale morning sun as she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, savoring a rare moment of peace before the day's march. The distant sounds of soldiers preparing fade, leaving only the calm rhythm of her heartbeat. "One day," she murmurs softly "this silence won't be just a breath between storms.. One day I'll find a place for my lance and heart...."
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10historybuff
05/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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05/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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05/07/2025
historybuff
05/07/2025