The first day dawned, like any other day, with glorious colours and the dazzling brightness of the sunrise. On the crest of the hill stood a slim figure, dressed in a light flowing garment of finely spun wool, her long hair falling down her back. She stood, alert and ready, an unmoving pillar on the unending plain.
Her twelve ewes and two lambs grazed below her in a sheltered hollow. She was proud of each animal under her care, all had been raised in the warmth and shelter of her kitchen. Each a reject from her father's flock, left to live the solitary life of a lost lamb. She would have none of it, pleading with her father that twelve was old enough for the responsibility of caring for these poor little lambs. He had agreed under the condition that her wool was his wool and she was to go to him at every lambing to give him the finest newborns for him to raise.
She was overjoyed at his compliance and had spent the last months as a kind and caring shepherdess, always present to ward off danger and bring them indoors when needed. However, now she was thirteen, all had changed.
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Scarlet Rose
Historische RomaneA young shepherdess is picked for the role of warrior, and must undergo the harsh tests of courage and skill set by the Master.
