The desert was not what she was expecting to see. The sands were gusting around her, nearly blinding her as she held her hand up. Which was odd; she remembered losing her left hand after a battle, yet here it was. Before, she was also in the snowy lands in Rohan, looking into something strange.
It was, after all, a dream. Lieta had been hit by an arrow, only days earlier. Unlike other wounds she has had from arrows. This one would be her last. She was struck in the chest, left in the wicked dreams that came from the pain. She was lucky once with a nasty wound, but her luck stopped here. She had set off from Bree with her company in the fall. By summer, the company was split.
On the fourth night after the arrow hit her, the dreams and pain were gone. So was the Black Steel Company, forced to follow a new leader.
