Warrior
Maia had been staring up at the dark blue sky for so long, she began to worry that morning would never come. Her body, sore from battle, refused to give way to sleep. The ache from her muscles had now settled into her bones. The wind picked up softly, blowing through her small camp, waking the leaves in the trees. She stretched her arms out, folding them behind her head and took in a deep breath. Freedom. Exhaling, she thought…