The One I Must Protect

by Nilmiel

A promise is the beginning of a connection, and connections forge relationships. -Royai 100-

17. Scars

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Scars

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She remembered every scar she had from the war. She looked at herself in the mirror, and traced a finger over the thin line on her stomach. The water from the shower in the background echoed softly in the bathroom. Her eyes lingered on the scar on her left shoulder blade, the one that partially obscured the array that had been inscribed into her flesh. At first she had hated these scars that covered her, cursed them for the pain they had brought, the painful memories they incited. Somehow, now, she was thankful for them. A constant reminder of her loyalty, a reminder that she would die for him. And for an unknown reason, such a thought was comforting.