No one was really sure what happened to her.
Whether she was a piece of art or a being who had once been real and alive, it was uncertain. The Uni statue had become somewhat of a legend - very few had ever made it to the place where she stood and returned alive. Most of them lost at very least several appendages to frostbite somewhere along the way. The myth of her existence grew fainter as the Winter pass grew colder and fewer dared journey into its midst.
She remains there, alone. Unvisited and forgotten, as her memory fades into the barest whisper, and threatens to disappear altogether.
The early days
There was a time when Azziw was free.
As a youngling, there was nothing she dreamed of more than adventure. She listened, captivated, to the stories told by knights as they returned to her home on the outskirts of Meridell. Tales of monsters and saviors, of daring risks and magnificant triumphs.
She knew that the possibility of her own adventure was slim -
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