She was in Applenook when it began.
She
was in a rescue squad rushing the transformed war zone soon after.
Her immediate response proved her unprepared for the scale of
enemies, she ran out of arrows far too quickly. Her bowstring snapped
when she tried improvising arrows on the fly.
It was the
sliver glint that caught her eyes. Zaree pulled the hilt from the
rubble of the Trading Post. She knew swordsmanship, but this was the
first she'd ever held such a large, pristine blade. It worked well,
she decided, as she clashed steel with the Courtiers encircling her.
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