Found between moss and blood.
I am not a warrior.
I am not a heroine.
I am the one who draws where they fell.
When everyone rushes into battle, I draw the borders.
When one shouts "forward!" and another "hold the shield!" - I mark where the ground crunches differently.
I am a cartographer.
A recorder.
An eyewitness. A witness. Not a participant.
Why? Because when someone writes "victory", I want to know how many corpses lie behind that word. Because I wasn’t chosen. I chose.
The guild didn’t accept me right away.
"Said some girl with a map, who needs you if you can’t shoot, stab, or heal?"
But then my route saved a squad.
Then my drawing led them out of a trap.
Then it turned out that a map marking every bush and corpse, is more needed than a pompous swordsman.
I won’t become a legend.
But I know where she made a mistake.
And that’s enough for me.
Table of contents
Latest Updates