Red Fog
This story is a piece in a four part story, named "the battle series" Note before you comment: The lack of information on names/appearances/locations etc, is intentional. This may be part of a series, but it was meant exclusively as practice on combat scenes. The story: ------------------------------------------------------------- She was riding through the forest. Her horses hooves rustling over leaves, and braking twigs as it moved. She moved her left hand down to the hilt of her sword, before placing it back on the reins of the horse. The sword was still there. Not that she needed to feel it in her hand to know. She knew from the comfortable weight on her hip. Southerners looked down on people like her. But up here, in the north, she could do what she had been born too. Up here, she was told, that either she did what she was born too, or she could get back where she came from. He was supposed to be just a few hundred paces further up, but she could not see anythin...