I never dream..
Hariana sat on the cold hard ground, wide awake, her cut and bruised calves wrapped in long white bandages, another bandage around her shoulder. It was raining again, but the night was completely clear of any cloud or storm. It was a perfect midnight blue, a tumble of stars speckling its widespread beauty, and then the moon. A full, flawless moon, silver and glowing above, stared down at Hariana through the light shower of water that fell around her.
Hariana didn't like staying inside. Her philosophy was that if she was inside she was in a cage, contained, caught. And nobody could ever catch her. She was the best there was, a killer, a swordsman, an archer, and she was a fearless heroine that women looked up to, despite her bad reputation. She listened to no one, and she traveled alone, and she liked it. She danced in the rain, sung in taverns, slain dragons and demons, and laughed herself to sleep. Hariana didn't need anybody but herself, like it'd always been.