The north was cold and inhospitable, that much was certain. There was something she liked about the constant struggle to survive though. It might be that it made her heart beat a little faster and her blood run a little warmer. Or it might be that she was a bit better at it than most northerners, which had allowed her to make a name for herself.
With a reputation tends to come some opposition, however, and soon she found herself getting attacked by increasingly threatening foes.
It was alright, she supposed. Ironically, sometimes you have to fake your own death for your survival.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
