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The wind blows in my hair as I ride. Though orcs surround me, my faithful steed, Gildal, does not shy. My bow twangs as I shoot an orc through the neck. This battle is a good one; I shall write a song about it when I return. If I return.
An orc’s massive battle-axe swings toward my head. The momentum is too much; I cannot stop it! I urge Gildal forward.
I give in to a sigh of relief. The axe-blade missed my neck by less than an inch, snagging a few stray strands of my hair and taking them with it.
I am Linhalloth Mailinneth, that is, Musical Hiding Flower, Soft Music, and this is the story of how I found true love and made a new friend from a very strange land…