50 years after the battle of Hybern
They left her in the woods. Exactly in winter solstice and during the first snowfall of the year. Naked, beaten and numb, with three ash arrows in her shoulder, limbs and torso. Bleeding and with no intention of surviving she laid. Her thoughts pleading for her blood to finally end, letting her to drift away, let the pain and emptiness disappear.
As she closed her eyes, she saw a bear. The biggest she had seen, it's golden fur shining warmly in a cold space. She looked him in the eyes and begged "be quick" her eyes seemed to say "end this".
Then she dreamt of someone's arms carrying her, running through the woods. She stopped being cold. Who would say that death felt like that? Like the first day of spring after an everlasting winter.
The day after she was at an inn. Her wounds in the process of healing and beside her a small bag with gold coins and a single white rose. She had lived another day, with nothing but the things beside her.