The girl ran stealthily through the forest, alert and calm. Clad from head to toe with bandana, war paint, and torn clothes all of red, she silently wished her crimson attire didn’t so starkly contrast with the deep greens and earthy browns of the surrounding trees. Yet at the same time, there was no other color she’d rather be wearing than the Red of the Southern Empire. And she was a Southern Warrior, the best of the best. Her job- kill or be killed. She crept silently through the forest undetected by the pair of Eastern Empire Soldiers she’d been hunting for the past few days, waiting for the right moment to make her move. What a waste, she mused to herself, drawing her weapon. The East was green, and they were spoiling the advantage by being stupid. Sad, really.She heard a quiet snap behind her and instinctively spun around to face the sound, finding herself staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
~E.
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