agathaharkness
"A war shook the Earth. Magic and fresh flesh scorched the resting grounds. Who will be the next Dillema?"
She googled her eyes to the surroundings, it was clear. She'd dried her warm body and get changed. She wore a fleeced dress, and a steel knife on her neck. Her crown made her head occupied but refreshened. Aria was still in the tournament. A century old tree, big enough to comfort her. She hid through the bushes and took a glint... the queens were after her.
At her step, the ground became an Ice Field. She must to survive...she has too...