Hurt

Philomena took a breath, shakily stepping onto the battlefield. It was here that her father had fallen… had died. But she knew she couldn’t be daunted by the past… she couldn’t… She had to keep pressing on… had to get stronger. She needed warriors… and strong warriors wouldn’t just follow anyone. So maybe, if she kept pushing herself, she’d earn some renown and be able to form the Deliverance without much trouble. That was part of the reason that she was even here today.

Philomena came to a stop on the dusty terrain, her head lifting just a bit higher as she gazed out across the land. There wasn’t anyone around as far as she could tell… but they’d come… so many hailed to the song of battle. Though wouldn’t it be something if one of those Empire wolves showed up? She shook her head -- no, impossible. They wouldn’t respond to her… would they?

Philomena tossed the thoughts from her mind and tilted her head back, calling for a strong opponent. It was time to jump into the deep end without floaties.