Night. A responsive sound is heard outside the window. This is the Horde horn. Looking out the window, she saw how Orcs lined up from the Horde tents. Their eyes burned with rage and thirst for battle. The axes had been sharpened for a long time, some were covered in blood, this was the blood of the patrolmen who were on the way.

She looked at these soldiers, young, angry, eager to kill for their warcheef.

She remembers herself. Remembers how she was the same for a couple of years: Ready to kill everyone they point to. Faithful to the ideals of her faction, with a bright light and fury in her eyes. But, over time, it faded away in her. After the loss of her family during the famous events. She never managed to create a new one, and she decided that since there was no way to restore life, then it was worth breaking this one. She made this decision about 6 years ago.

Now she is 35 years old. She is still alive, although every day a new battle awaited her. Cleansing the territory, the siege of the orc fortress, or outright bloody slaughter, her courage in battle at that time was envied by many newcomers with whom she walked side by side.

Envy. Because many of them are no longer alive. She had to "Bury" many, leaving their faces in the ground on the battlefield. It's easier to say goodbye to those with whom you went out to fight side by side, she thought.
You might think that I am telling you about a hardened soldier who went through hundreds of battles. This is true, but only partially. Even with daily skirmishes, her character has not been tempered enough to look at life as something... priceless.

For her, everyone's life still has meaning and value. Whatever horrible person you are, orc, troll, worgen, tauren... it doesn't matter. Race or faction, it doesn't matter. For her, every life is important.
To stop taking lives for nothing. She joined the scout battalion. To get information. She thought she wouldn't have to kill to do it. She had never made a more naive decision in her life. But it paid off for her. And in part, this allowed her to save as many lives as possible. She managed to steal the weapon, which had a huge fiery blade with a steel-covered handle. Now she used it herself. She understood that the horde could have many such weapons. But to take at least one is already something. In any case, it helped her get to this day.

But she still has pity, even though they are her enemies and they killed her friends in front of her eyes. Maybe she just went crazy? Or maybe she just wants peace to come? These 6 years have greatly changed her attitude to life. Now she does not want to lose hers, because she can still fix everything.


She took a bottle of beer, sat down by the window.
A responsive sound is heard outside the window. This is the Horde horn. Looking out the window, she saw how Orcs lined up from the Horde tents. Their eyes burned with rage and thirst for battle. The axes had been sharpened for a long time, some were covered in blood, this was the blood of the patrolmen who were on the way.

"This is my last fight". Brin'ya thought. After she either retakes this place or retreats. She will end her military career. She claimed many lives, tired both physically and mentally. Yes, she will never be the same as she was before these 6 years. But now she is ready to change her life. But will she survive? Yes. She survived before that, in more terrible situations. She just needed, not a difficult last fight.

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