Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
-- Arthur Miller
Her eyes is trained upon the bright red sun of the target's middle, and with a deep breath, she releases the string of her bow and watches the arrow dig deep into the plushness of the target. She never moves from her position except to extend her arm back and take out another arrow from her quiver, and aim it straight at the bulls-eye once more. She continues releasing arrows until she blinks and realized she has completely demolished the target; the outer layer of cloth will have to be resewn and the straw stuffing replaced. She shakes her head and tries to clear her mind. Before a battle, her head always becomes murky with memories of blood and broken bodies and no matter how hard she tries to get rid of them, they always stay inside her heart.
While having no royal lineage, many regard Avalmora as a queen of her own right: the queen of the sword. She is known throughout the lands for being a decisive and ruthless swordsman, with unparalleled fighting skills and speed. Soldiers quake at the thought of facing her in an oncoming battle, and kings pay fortunes upon fortunes to have her fight in their army. Those who have seen her in battle say that she seems to have the ability to predict her opponent's moves, making it impossible for her to lose any fight. However, no one else knows much about her, and her history remains an enigma...until now.
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