The Sorrowful Survivor Of Ancient Times
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The figure of a young woman covered in black robes, barefoot and only wearing just the bare minimum over her scale-covered body looked into the distance, as a group of flying golems, dragoons, carried away a recently formed guild. Her eyes, sharp red and reptilian in shape, seemed filled with a bit of light, a light that had been not there for many years now. She seemed happy, after many years of being gloomy and emotionless.
The wind swept through the mountains, as her black robe waved furiously before the strong winds. The sunlight covered her figure, as the sky atop the mountains usually was cloudless, mostly due to being so high the clouds were below them.
"I can't believe you're alive…"
She whispered with a small voice, while lightly smiling.
"I was surprised when I saw you… But it seems a lot has changed…"