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Found between moss and blood

Found between moss and blood

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1.Warning: The story contains moments of mutilation and violence. 2.There are visual images hidden in the comments, don't miss them! _______________________________ I'm not a warrior. I'm not a heroine. I'm the one who draws where they fell. When everyone is rushing into battle, I draw the borders. When one shouts "forward!", another "hold your shield!" - I mark where the earth crunches differently. I'm a cartographer. A documentarian. An eyewitness. A witness. Not a participant. Why? Because when someone writes "victory", I want to know how many corpses are left behind this word. Because I was not chosen. I was chosen. The guild did not accept me right away. "Like, a girl with a map, who needs you if you can't shoot, cut, heal?" Then my route was saved by the squad. My drawing led them out of a trap. And then it turned out that a map on which every bush and corpse is marked is needed more than a pompous swordsman. I will not become a legend. But I know where she went wrong. And that's enough for me.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Entry № *****. Untitled."Day…? Let's call it the First.Weather's brisk. A light frost, crisp moss under boots, the smell of wind.The sun's trying to break through the clouds, but it's having a bad day. We have that in common.Found an abandoned watch hut near the northern trail. Roof leaks, stove hisses, but the walls are standing. I'll live here for now.

Supplies:✓ Weep-root - 3 pieces✓ Flatbread - 1.5 (the other half got eaten by a magpie; I smacked it on the head with the loaf for that)✓ Ink - running low

Could've gone to the village. Said hello. Asked for salt or coal. I won't. They'll start asking again, where I'm from. Why I'm alone. Why I look so… grim.I'm not grim. Just have a face like a castle guard in the cold. I tried smiling, it got worse.

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