Weeks had passed seen she had entered her old home. With Roy hanging on her she walked slowly inside. Everything had been the same as before. Nothing had been touched. He was not back. Something in her had hoped that when she would return he would be there welcoming them home. But no. No trace of him was to be seen. She placed Roy on to the bed as she started to unpack there things. In one of the bag she found her dagger. She took it and lifted it up to take a closer look at it. Her memories was fresh and her scars was not all healed yet. The scars on her face was something she could live with. The arrows had just touched her skin as they passed her. Back there she did not care about the blood purring down her cheek. She could not care, if she did she would have been killed. The fight had been long and a lot of blood had been spilled. In the last days of fighting and almost all the enemy was dead she had been walking around the area to look for survivors. Then one of the enemy jumped and attacked her with his blade, in the last moment she raised her arm to defend her and the blade hit her arm hard. The screams was loud as she fall to the ground. There she was, lying on the ground with her arm broken and bleeding badly. The man stepped forward to her, playing with his blade with a playfully smile on his face. From nowhere she could her screams, as she turned her head she saw a big group of the village people coming running to them. As soon as she saw them the man saw them too and started to run back to where he came from. Some of them followed him and the others stopped to help her. When they started to talk to her she lost consciousness for the blood lost and from exhaustion. A week later she woke up in a bed inside a house. She could hear her son playing somewhere and she opened her eyes. There he was, lying on the floor playing. She smiles in relief. The pain in her arm was unbearable. The wound had been taking care off and her arm was bandaged. The bone will take time to heal, she know that. The weeks passed slowly. The family she stayed with was very much helpful, taking care off Roy and her. But inside she feelt sad. Not a word she had been hearing from Mil. Soon she know that she needed to return to Bree. The place she belong to.
Now she stand there, in her and Mil´s home. Alone again. This time more determined to live it on her own way. Her focus will be to raise Roy to be just like his father. After have given Roy a bath and food he fall asleep early. It have been a long day for them both. Before bed she took some paper from the bookshelf and a pen. She placed her self down by the fire and started to draw from her memories. The hours passed and from time to time some tears fall down to the paper. Soon she hold the paper up and she tilted her head to take a closer look. The drawing showed a smiling Mil. Soon she lying on to the floor, sleeping.
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