“I
can’t seem to focus today. I sense my foes out there, hiding in the
trees and snickering at me! Haaaa! Take that foe!”
It
was like any ordinary day for the aspiring myrmidon Mia. Always awake
before dawn, she was well known in the Greil Mercenaries for her
upbeat attitude and rigorous training schedule, and today was no
different. The sun had barely risen over the horizon and she could
already be found outside camp taking practice swings, her long,
purple hair flowing in the morning bre
What Friends are for (Digestion Alt)
By: ToweringValkyrie
Favorited: 6 years ago
