The storm raged on, rain falling in heavy sheets as Matilda knelt in the mud, her silver armor glinting faintly under the glow of a nearby lantern. The battle had ended hours ago, yet the echoes of swords clashing and cries of warriors still lingered in her mind. Her body ached, the weight of her armor pressing down like the burden of the lives she’d sworn to protect.
Her hands rested on the hilt of her sword, its blade planted firmly into the wet earth. Matilda, the once-unbreakable shield of her kingdom, now sat in quiet reflection, her golden hair plastered to her face by the rain. She had won—but at what cost? The faces of her fallen comrades flashed through her thoughts, each one a reminder of the sacrifices made.
As the rain trickled down, mixing with tears she refused to acknowledge, Matilda whispered a silent vow to the wind: “I will carry your memories forward. I will fight for the peace you could not see.” Slowly, she rose, her silhouette illuminated by the flickering light. A warrior reborn, Matilda stood tall, ready to face whatever darkness still remained.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind