She had tread silently through the night, she was out there somewhere.
She had cast her cloak further over her face, fear was something she hated.
For she rarely had it.
But this was no minor enemy.
This was an Easterling.
This was, the beginning of her nightmare.
Fawn, had gone days without sleep, trying to hide and plan.
She had not wanted anyone, but herself to deal with her.
Her wish was to endanger no one.
It was five years ago, that she had killed his son.
But her son was responsible for the lives of many.
There were reports of Angmarim in Bree-land as of late, and some Easterling.
But why?
Why now?
Surely she had wanted more than just revenge.
Cursing the day of her birth, she became bitter.
Yet, she vowed to end this.
To end him.
This was her fight and her's alone.
