The cold blade sent a chill through Mikasa. Her eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. Surely he was lying. No one within Heroshida wanted another war, it was too outrageous. Of course, she could not know what had happened on the field. The two men wandered off, and as much as Mikasa had more questions, she knew the limit. She had already pushed the man enough. The wind blew in her hair, as she let out a sigh. The evening had not calmed her since the news, and now she had to deal with the dead or alive Soka. She reluctantly turned around, setting off for the man. 

Still being able to sense the Westerners in the distance, Mikasa kept a steady hand on her blade, as she searched through the woods. Time passed, and Mikasa found nothing. Angrily, she scoffed to herself and headed for the horses by the end of the mountain. With a look over her shoulder every now and then. One horse remained, and thus it was not a mystery what had happened to the other. Again, she scoffed.  Mikasa let her hand run across the horse, as she grimaced to herself with her mind racing. But yet the night did not wait, and she quickly grabbed the reins and climbed upon the horse.

With a mild kick, the horse went off, trotting away. She did not care for the mountain path, now that she had met the two riders. Mikasa looked the general direction where she had met them last, with a sigh to herself. The crusader’s words had troubled her. The young Lady rode off, heading for the fort through the night. The battlefield came up ahead of her and thus a frightening sensation went through her. “Easy, now.” She muttered to the horse, as it slowed down once again. Mikasa looked from side to side as she tried to keep herself calm. The sight was horrifying – dead bodies from left to right, horses and men alike. It was impossible to see who were who in the night. The bodies simply blended. 

 “This can’t be our destiny, can it?” she muttered to the horse, along with a heavy sigh.

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