The fight had started many generations ago. Between her people of the southern isles and the people of the main land to the north. So many had perished because of it. Even her own father had been taken away and never seen again. Only now at the coming of age, Zira Avla could be aloud to fight. With the knowledge she had accrued over the years of different weapons and their uses, The woman had been placed in a position of high rank and authority. Making her target number one for the enemy to snatch up and use to extort information.
