A young girl, barely even sixteen years old, stood around a pile of bodies on a battlefield. The girl's glimmering mystical enchanted armour was painted with blood, just like her beautiful long golden hair, which stuck to her armour from a large amount of blood. She had a beautiful glowing face, which was complemented by a choker around her neck. The collar seemed to be a tight fit as it caused slight redness and rashes around it. Painted by the essence of her fallen comrades and her enemies, she was utt...
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