Bewildered guilt, vanish you must!
Days passed since "The Lesson" was given to her. Herself left wandered, un-able to decide on certain things. The Æthelwigend or whom she took him, a captain was right. Her days passed been only selfish and only a poacher she will remain if rage keeps her still at bay. It was the year of the Third Age, the young maiden kept still, left of a burden. Her gaze wandered upon the stars, un-able to sleep nor keeping her eyes close.
All of those pasts she has to amend, whether the good, the bad, And the persons who were left behind. Those do not decide her, she thought to herself. Her eyes twitched low and her fingers were fidgeting as another thought pursued her. "You have the will of your mother, and the heart of your mother. Do not let rage consume you for what they have done to you..." It felt like Stranglfrad was spoken just through her very ear, she shivered and left her fists hardened by the sour moment. She wandered again, her throat found hard to swallow as she continued to remember of the burden.
The sister of hers, of her family bond was still left unknown as the search was naught all along, but to the death to his beloved. The pursue left no trail after his death. What they have left was mockery as Eohilda took the blade of their leader and stuck on his throat, suring to herself that the mockery will not remain forward. Eohilda shook swiftly the moment she thought to continue, her figure remained frozen as indeed what a foul things she had done with rage.
As the night passed, she looked on the morning raise. The cock crowed and the guards were already mumbling, passing by down the road as she inspected by the window. The barracks were loud and the other guards who she slept with were rushing through outside. But only herself remained. She drew a deep breath, then a smile was glimpsed upon her lips.
