Clash of Blades

The temperatures were as cold as she expected; surprisingly, the woman still remained comfortable. Warmth clinging to her as she breathed in the sharp clean air of her homeland; Iceberg. It was the complete opposite of the city, full of its noises, pollution and generally busyness. While she had made a few good friends within that place, and so far enjoyed her time in the Holy Knights, her heart longed for home. So she returned to the place that nurtured her. Reconnecting with her family and friends; nevertheless, Sky was eager to explore the landscape once more, leaving her newfound Freivar with her parents. Among her first stops was the place where her grandfather was buried, a powerful Rune Knight that was among the many Osmas that dotted the centuries long existence of that organization. Either way, she stopped at his tombstone, situated next to a particularly tall evergreen; the same color as the man who was buried alongside it. The comforting weight of his sword on her back allowed her to continue as she filled him in on all that happened. Telling him about the struggles she faced, the people she met, and even the satyr who accompanied her on this journey. "In the end, I've been really busy. It's worth it though. There's much to be done in fixing this world and I plan on doing it." she finished, bending down to place a memento and flowers on the grave. "Love you grandpa." Skylar turned as she walked up the hill, the town becoming a small dot as she continued her ascent. The wind picked up, jostling her hair, yet Sky loved every second of it. There was nothing stale about this place, a mix of serene tundras and magnificent mountains. The winds were vibrant and vigorous; it made her feel alive as she reached the quiet outreach she typically trained in. Surprised when another figure came into view. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice high in order to overpower the shrieking wind.