(From Chapter One)

The battle was won, but the loss of life was beyond explainable measure.  Traveling along Woden’s boundary-lands on the path toward home, the battle’s aftermath glared as if she had been the sole cause for all the death, destruction, and pain. The twisted remains of the scarred landscape silently screamed of the toll the battle had claimed on Woden.

Noticing the deep gouged marks on the ground and surrounding forest that served as dark reminders of the terrible ravage the battle had taken, she slowed to examine the scene, wondering what had occurred during the battle to provide such vast destruction of the forest. Even yet with little memory of the battle, The Highest recalled that it had begun at Woden’s docks, on the opposite side of the town from their current path.

Shockwaves of pain jolted through her yet-healing injuries as they stepped on a rock. Gasping through clenched teeth, she held her breath, hoping the pain would quickly subside. Exhaling slowly, she noticed hundreds of charred and broken trees that had been toppled during the battle. The tortured burned-forest image brought forward a teasing glimmer of a memory, but gave nothing to grasp onto of her part in the battle.

Glancing further down the slightly worn path and seeing the outline of Woden’s entrance, she halted and took in the distant scene, recalling the warning just prior given to her: Be warned, Highest. Whatever you remember of Woden is either no longer or enormously altered. 

Seeing that Woden’s sign was still in place, she smiled and spoke quietly to her horse, “Let us go home, my friend.”
 

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