Dear notebook
I woke up to the dreadful ferocious sound of a storm blowing outside.
The uncontrolled natural force made it's way over the landscape without holding back.
Such forceful liveliness makes your heart bow in humbled respect.
The windows are rattling so powerful i can only plead they are going hold together.
My wounds are slowly healing as the pain is fading away each day that pass.
*The image of the flickering moment of the heated battle came into her mind when she touched her bruised face.
The rainy dawn had a grim shade and the sound of clattering and grunting filled the air .
When the blades was cutting the air it was almost like a bleak cry in a wild storm.
The clash of cold steel against steel rang noisily when the swords struck against each other.
Keithia wiped the blood from her lips when she sank down to her knees.
Her breath was heavy while her heart was beating intensely.
The biting pain underneath the rib cage clouded her vision .
The thief had used the elemental of surprise when he made his move as he had used her own doubts against her.
She slowly got on her feet's focusing on regaining some strength while she was leaning against her sword with a devilish grin upon her broken lips.*
-"Well well.. now you are showing me who you are.. hmm.. interesting ...
-" Shut up women"
- " By all means"
*The foul smelling man in tattered clothes charged once again trying to use the situation .
She shifted position slightly and ducked while she allowed her experience and the will to survive to guide her hand when she twirled around and made her attack.
His worn brown tunic turned crimson red when the blade cut in between his ribs as his lifeless body fell down on the muddy ground.*
Perhaps Bill was right.. perhaps it was time to lean on the alternatives that has been given..
*listening to the howling sound of the storm outside before she closes her eyes and falls into sleep*
