RETURN TO THE FORTRESS

Rapid, crisp sound of horse's hooves sounded against the dusty and rocky road. It was clear the figure on the horse was a woman, a young woman to be exact, the fragile figure that appeared as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind anytime.

A grey cloak covered her whole body and under her turban a strand of purple hair was visible to see.

In spite of her harmless figure, the animosity in her eyes symbolic of the burning flame that could make one to think twice to approach her, she was stark raving mad.

After she had been going through vast plains and hard long roads, the black horse disappeared into the dense of the trees, running its way to the higher land and stop at the edge of the hill.

A big fortress could be seen from far away.

The northern fortress.