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Few women had sought glory with a sword, and fewer still had found it. Valaena Fossoway had done both.
A woman not of royal blood, nor of dragon blood, but a child of the orchard who earned her reputation with nothing but her father's sword, her mother's approval, and her brother's unyielding loyalty.
Bards would write her into history. Old knights would curse her name, newer knights would seek her strength. Tales of the young Fossoway warrior would live on, carried through centuries and spoken in distant halls long after her time had passed.
Yet before she was any of these things, she was simply Valaena.