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[Merci d'Rue]

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The slave stood in her dressing room waiting, having just laid Merci’s battle armor out on the bed. That was the most crowded her bed had ever been. Merci smirked to herself at this irony and began slowly unbuttoning the high-necked collar of her blue linen gown.

Merci was not cold, as she stood naked in the chilly morning, she reveled in the icy chill, and this winter had brought snow to even her own home. Donning her chemise she barked at the slave, bring me the chest piece. Slowly, piece-by-piece, the armor was fitted, as she snapped the thick leather glove into place, the slave shook her head slowly.

Why do you dress for battle Milady? Merci turned slowly to her slave. You are new aren’t you? The slave nodded apprehensively. I dress this way everyday. What is your name? Miriam Milady. Merci nodded, a warrior such as I, must always be prepared for battle, Miriam.

Merci’s ears picked up a faint noise outside her window. She turned quickly a dagger already pulled at the ready and thru open the window.

She stood silent, looking out over the frozen landscape breathing in the sharply cold air, her back turned to Miriam. A few moments later she turned her face grim, looking quite upset. Milady was there something out there? Merci shook her head with frustration it was a falling icicle. The slave looked confused, you are upset over a falling icicle?

Merci stared at the slave her pale blue eyes vague and unseeing, her face taking on an odd expression as she spoke quietly; the icicles, they are melting…
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May destiny guide you...

[Merci d'Rue]

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The White Wyrm stood ominously over her, a large claw pinning her to the ground. He thought he had her within his grasp. She stared up in wonder at the creature with its massive jaws, its deadly claws, and glistening white scales. She hated to kill it…

You would think seeing the woman beneath the Wyrm, just inches from death, that this was a dire situation; that she was truly the epitome of a damsel in distress. Or perhaps that is what she wanted to be seen as.

The Wyrm opened its mouth as it drew in a large breath preparing to blast her with its icy fire… Merci smiled at the beast softly and the Wyrm paused, her lack of fear was an odd thing in a human.

Her hand encircled the hilt of her sword at that moment and the Wyrm let out an icy blast of flames directly on to Merci, blue fire so cold springing up and setting her ablaze. It clung to her, and covered her and she reveled in its deadly chill, an icy blue mass of flames. Swiftly her sword pressed deep into the Wyrm’s chest as her position beneath it was quite advantageous.

The Wyrms eyes widened and then deadened and the creature’s claw relinquished as it slumped dead to the side. The blue flames licking her body, began to slowly burn out leaving her pale skin untouched.

With practiced motion she removed the creatures heart, placing it in velvet lined box within her bag. She stared at the creature, tears beginning to flow as if her heart would break, she knelt down her blue head pressed against the dragon’s chest, and she really hadn’t wanted to kill it…

Gasping loudly she sat straight up in bed, the dream recalling vividly, her body shivering from the warmth of the room. Ripping her nightgown off her body she rushed from the room and down to the dungeon, leaning against a cold wall. As the coldness calmed the massive shivering, bringing her temperature down once more she relaxed.

Yet the sound of another icicle falling outside brought a newfound fear to her. She had lost another one…

What had brought on the heat, she pondered? Her eyes soon widened with understanding and though she knew now, she would not accept it. She slumped tiredly to the icy floor realizing the battle had just begun, and fell fast asleep naked upon it.
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May destiny guide you...