Nethrida gripped onto the handle of her sword, standing in her combat stance breathing in and out heavily, cursing to herself as she launched herself into another flurry of attacks, her sword gleaming in the sunlight as she grit her teeth as she delivered blow after blow to her imaginary foe. Each more precise than the last. Atleast untill her mounting fatigue caused her to miss the rock on the ground. She trips and falls flat on her face with her sword landing down infront of her.
She cursed to herself and slammed her fist on the ground, murmuring "Not... good enough..." She berated herself and rolled onto her back to catch her breath, staring up to the blue skies as a cool breeze of wind from the sea washed over her and she felt frustrated. Had she really fallen that far...?
She closed her eyes and huffed, determined to get right back up and prove that she still had it... And then that wretched spirit would know her wrath... Muttering to herself she slowly but surely drifted asleep under the warm sun and soft grass...
"Captain...! Captaaain!" she heard someone call and thus turned to face the man shouting. "Yes, Duihan, what is it?" She asked with a calm tone as the scout doubled over "C...Captain...Orcs... Raiding party... Here in a moment..." Neth's eyes widen and she immediately turned to the villagers. "Inform the mayor, and sound the alarm." before turning to look to Duihan the scout. "Duihan. I'm sorry but I need you to help get the villagers safe into the town hall, fast." She instructed the scout, who nods. "Yes ma'am! At once!" and sprang off to assist with the evactuation.
Meanwhile Neth drew her sword and hastened to her fellow soldiers, before bellowing out "Form ranks! Enemy at the gates! To me and protect the village! For Gondor, for the Steward!" She held her sword up, and in a flash she and her company stood ready, just outside the gate with Neth stood infront of the group, her sword pointed out, as it gleamed in the sunlight, shining bright like a beacon. "Let them come... We will not yield, or show them any quarter..." As the company roared to life with vigor, ready for the skirmish ahead...
Neth jolts awake from her little dream. Blinking a few times to regain her bearings... Still on Tol Lochu, laid on the grass. She laid there motionless and stared up into the skies. The dream seemed so surreal, like she was a different person. It all seemed so easy, so why did she struggle so much to reach that level once again?
Doubt begun to once again creep into her mind. Perhaps she couldnt. She was no longer the person she had been once and perhaps she was already at her current best, the voice in her head whispered, as she gripped the grass and reached for her sword. She held it in her hand and pursed her lips. Still remembering the day her father had bestowed it to her.
"This blade..." Lindhard spoke as she held the sheathed sword to Nethrida, who had just returned home to announce she had been made Captain. "... Has been in our family for many generations. And each time it was wielded by those most deserved it, and who could be more fitting than a Captain of Gondor" The man spoke, beaming with pride at his daughter. And next to her, Ynnabeth. Who was wiping her eyes with a cloth, smiling radiantly at her, and she looked at her mother, only to see a shadow behind her, a maliscious, twisted... Evil shadow that she could swear was cackling her in an evil tone
And again she jolted back to awareness. Clenching her teeth with anger. "No... This isint the best I have. Nor is it good enough" and sprang back up to her feet. Still hearing the maliscious cackle in the back of her mind she launched into a new flurry of blows to hone her skills with any doubts being purged from her mind by the twisted laughter spurring her determination on
