Bäahal had been fighting from the moment she was born. An unwanted child, born out of an unwanted relationship and forced into slavery at a very tender age. A young girl who had to keep her mind from breaking down upon seeing the countless horrors done to others and herself. A young woman who fought to take her freedom from the hands of her slaves. And since then, she'd always fought for her choices, for her family, for others... especially the voiceless. She was terrifying in her own right and didn't need to have a dragon to cast fear upon her enemies. She was a force to be reckoned with yet, her soul was pure, tender, and soft. Yet she maintained some sort of innocence and joy. and love... yes, love.
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