A Century Back....

　　The cool stream water soothes her skin as she lets it dry on its own on her cheeks and neck. Her hands support her body as she leans her head back and the wind rustles her hair. War Goddess or not she enjoys these little moments to herself, more so lately which worries her because her softness can be a problem in her supposed profession. She is an assassin, a warrior and the hand of justice for the Sorceress supreme. She must be hateful and filled with ...