“Find yourself a real reason to fight, miss.” Ever since that day two months ago, she could not stop the words echoing in her tormented and strewn brain. Every time she slay, it came. Every time she followed orders, it came. How long would she have to endure the endless distraction? How long would it be until she found her reason to fight?

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A cold howl of wind passed the caravan. Hundreds of people all migrating to the nearest city after famine and pestilence left their village for dead. Not many dared to make such a pilgrimage while winter embraced the land, however the villagers had little choice. They traveled for miles, forming a large train of wagons and buggies stocked with only the essentials. Little did they know that one among them caused all the horrors that seemed to follow.

Sitting on the edge of a wagon was a rather strange woman muttering something about snow nymphs. Protected from the falling snow, she felt safe under the canvas of the rickety wagon. She swung her legs back and forth, as thought trying to push the wagon on. Despite joining the wagon train, she had no idea where exactly they were going.

“It doesn’t matter,” she spoke aloud. “No matter where we go, the people there are in for some fun.” Stroking a sword on her lap like a small animal, she gave a small giggle that could send a chill down even a hardened warrior’s spine.

When she dropped her guard, a hideous creature made of snow popped out from the ground, looking hungry and malicious. The strange woman let out a shriek of surprise, falling backwards onto the blanket she slept under. Quickly, she flung it over herself, hiding from the figment of her imagination. She could not hear the exasperated sigh of the driver over the turning wheels and the sounds of the horses that pulled it.

She remained hidden for the better part of the day, still scared that more snow nymphs might appear if she revealed herself. However, when a sudden cheer erupted from the wagon train, she could not help but venture a peek outside to see the cause of the commotion. Sticking her head out the front of the wagon, she saw a large, wooden sign. Royal Capital of Mistalin: Madorian City, it said.

“Madorian City?” Questioned the disturbed woman. “It sounds … so familiar.”

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Over the next few days the woman traveled around the cobblestone streets of the large city. With each passing day, she became adamant in her earlier suspicions. She combed the city, looking for a small job to help pay for a place to stay. Killing and robbing where not going to go unnoticed in a place like this, so the woman figured it would be best to abide by the law, for now at least.

Alas, she found herself unable to find work outside of begging, prostitution, or as a maid. With her choices severely limited, she resigned herself to working in the service department.

Waking in a box that served as her home for the past five days, she pushed the smell of liquor and urine out of her mind as she climbed, her eyes greeted to some of the city’s homeless. If only she could kill them and end both her and their suffering.

Trudging out of the ally, she quietly walked over to a nearby restaurant. Summoning what little dignity she had, the woman pushed on the old wooden door and entered the establishment.

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