Warriors

She is a warrior. She knows she was born to be one.

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"Our women don't hold swords and fight Sana." I hear Mano tell my mother in his deep and loud voice and I stop paralysed at his words.

"You know how stubborn Pano can be. But she is a good girl Mano."

"We already talked about that Sana. Your daughter has to face what every other girl in Astrenburg faces her age. She is no special."

"Pano would be moving to her husband's house in three days. I trust you to prepare her because she won't be taking that thick skull of hers with her." Mano finishes off with and I stand there, any self-control there's in me comes crushing down along with the tray I'm holding.

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"So the running bride from Astrenburg is lost in a lonely dark jungle." A voice speaks and I want to sigh in relief that I finally heard a voice other than animal's yet I turn around swiftly, flipping my bamboo stick, directing the sharp edge towards the dark skinned guy whose eyes shine in mischief brighter than the moon above us.

"Who are you?" I hiss, pushing my weapon deeper to his chin,cutting the skin there.

"Don't worry. I have no hard feelings against beautiful ladies, not when they have only a tiger skin on their bodies." He smirks, his deep greens shifting up and down body. I flip the stick again, to the non-sharp side, stabbing him in the guts ,bringing him to his knees.

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How love would find its way through the walls of traditions?