The Soldier
"A warrior seeks to act rather than talk."
-Carlos Castaneda-
She is of fire and storms. She walks in the footsteps of the Lonely Angel, watching him burn from cold shadows.
She once was a child lost in a world of gray, but her heart brought her to the stars. The stars, however, weren't warm and welcoming, but cold and silent. She kept moving forward, letting impossible dreams blind her from the bitter truth.
Death shattered and broke her, driving the bitter warrior to a blackened path. Her anger scorched those who were weak and warned the strong. She would, if she wanted, bite the once warm hand that fed her. And she did, running to the safety of night and warmth in her familiar lands.
War was thrust upon her and she once more was with the Lonely Angel. She was the lead, however, instead of the follow. Her army was not many and she left as soon as they were gone and the war was over.
She laughed at death, watched it try to claim her, the broken-hearted child that she still was. She met a man whom death would never seek, and stayed loyal to him.
Was she still a child at heart? Yes.
But did she truly stay a child? No.