Scars of War
Introduction
Ash woke up panting and sweating in a deep panic. Her arms instinctively went to her head where she held it tightly.
"Ergh... I'll kill you for that!" she suddenly blurted and threw her pillow at her nightstand, where it shattered a lamp and knocked down a book.
The woman looked up to the ceiling at let out a muffled cry.
In her head where the sounds of cannons and battle cries. The shrieks of horses and the marching of boots.
"Ha.. Ha..." Ash started to breathe slowly and regain her mind.
"I... I..." she whimpered and hid her face in her hands.
The calming coming of the morning brought light to the world and to the War Machine's room. The room had gray walls and was very simple.
The mahogany door sounded with a knock.
"Room service."
Ash stood up, tightening her robe as she walked to answer it.
"Come in..." she opened it.
An elf stood holding a silver platter with a cup of coffee.
"Would you like some?" she asked.
Ash sighed and grabbed the cup and downed it in one go.
"Here, make your day." she set down some credits when she placed the empty cup back on the platter.
The elf bowed and walked away.
Ash nodded and closed the door.
She stopped to hold her aching head and then trembled.
"Get... out..." she murmured and shook her head, "Stop, get back!" she yelled and sprinted to her bed.
She let out a scream into her mattress. "Ha.. Ha..." she panted and then looked at her armor.
That steel armor that stood on a rack nearby.
Years of combat and toil had taken away its once glorious shine, as well as the owner's soul.
"The war goes on..." Ash stood up and walked to her armor.
It only took a few moments to put it on, since it was quite routine for her at this point, and when she finished it felt like the burden returned to her spirit.
Ash walked towards a desk beside the windows and grabbed a scroll with a golden seal on it.
MAGISTRATVS CROSSWINDVS
The woman took a deep breath and walked out of her room, but not before crushing the lamp she had dropped before under her thick boots.