The sun was glaring so that it hurt her eyes. The summer solistice. The longest day of the year. Did it make any difference to her. No. It just happened to be another day in her long journey in search for the truth.

She wiped the beads of sweat that was slowly trickling down her brow, she felt sticky uncomfortable. The long white robes that hung loosely on her body now clung on like, moist sheets of paper held together by the attractive forces of the molecules of water. But still she trudged on.

A trail of ants. One after the other these small insignificant creatures were crawling in the red sandy paths of Zarlore, she stepped on a few. The red earth of Zarlore was a reminder of the past battles that have been fought in this sacred ground. The blood of the warriors stained the land, whose ghosts now wander lost in their battle armour with the scars that led to their demise. The soil somehow took on the pain and physical manifestations of their sorrow and mortality and turned rust red.

She wished she had not taken this path, but it was the fastest route she know that could lead her nearer to the truth.

The truth.

The truth that has haunted her since she knew she existed. The past that now seems a blur. A vague memory like one were to awaken from deep slumber and desperately try to conjure and remember what was the mysterious apparition and dream that befall them on their moments of rest.

The land she now trod on was a land she once was familiar with. She had fought alongside the Great Warrior, Rasohm of Zarlore. The warrior that was slain by a thousand blades in battle before he succumbed to death’s knell. She was his aide in one of his many battles with Yemeth, the land of hoary abundance of filth and vermin, the Kingdom beyond the trails of the forests of Zarlore.

That was in one of her existence. One of the existence that she still remembers. But the one that she wanted to know. Was not one of them. The truth had to be sought and would she find it. She did not know, but she hoped she would before this secular single existence of her now expires and gets returned into the quagmire of forgotten souls.