she had taken on a task for the ardent of the pitt. it was not a bad thing, but it was her first art piece. she was thrilled with how easy it was to drag metal to her old forge. sure, it took ages to get her forge set up and far enough from the main camp to keep kids safe. she had spent ages working on swords and she hardly took time for herself. when she did it was to rest or patrol. now, she had art to finish and she hadn't stopped sense yesterday when they met.

she was hand making a large mold while her iron melted nearby. thought she took breaks to check on her iron, she spent ages going back and forth. carving the mold and making it to the specks vale wanted. ve was expecting it to be perfect, so it was going to be. the woman slowly worked on the face. the finishing this one would mean she could start on the next one.

it was dark out again, her second night and she was finally done with the molds, but she was exhausted. the woman decided to poor the iron for the first face and then rest. so, she would poor the iron and seal the mold. carefully placing it in the water to cool. of course she would need to make a few changes and polish it. painting it up and making it look nice. that could wait until it was welded together.

once she had the first head pulled free she moved to place it on the table. now she was headed home in the dark of night. not much of a surprise. she was always out late, but still. she was sure the others were all resting and she didn't notice max on the docks as she trailed along. her eyes were heavy as they always were these days.

as she entered her room, she took her belt of and dropped her sword gently on her table. paws carrying her along without pause. she made her way to her bed. clambering up and collapsing into a deep sleep. this was her first night of rest in two days. it was always work and no self time. her dreams were always her undoing. this one was no different.

she was back in her fox body and she looked around. simply seeking any sign of where she was, but it was just darkness around her. darkness and silence. her heart thundered in her chest as she moved through the darkness. trying to escape from its clutches until she fell. her sons voice mocking her as she fell deeper into the darkness. blaming her. blaming her for it all. for choosing zuriela over him. she saved her first, why? he demanded answers and she had none.

'it is your fault. why didn't you take me instead? didn't you love me?'

then, the ground came up and she screamed.

jumping awake she flung herself up from the bed. heart racing and breathing hard, she noticed the sun was rising. deciding to go work, she would leave her room. forgetting her sword and heading to the forge to finish her work.

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