Gina was tired.
So tired that she wanted to sleep right off, preferably on anything that is not a hard surface, for her muscles ached already.
She had destroyed the witches who were responsible for the dealives and the people who rebelled against them.
The armors worn by her people were the ones that differentiated them from the people of Dark Land.
She had killed the people who tried to hurt her, especially the vicious witches who sent spells after spells towards her. It bounced off her hardened dragon scales, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. And the pain doubled when she transformed back.
She had slaughtered the people of Dark Land without any mercy for having seen how many of her people died because of them. Blood was on her dress, the smell making her feel nauseous, but as th
