Mythrenniel

The cold, oh! The cold, it bites
All around me and in my young heart
Chill me, burn me, break me, take me
The sorrow runs deep as the frosty waves below, pounding and harsh.

Alone, so cold and alone. 
Bitter winds sweep around my thin skirt, I am a glacial stone
Yet, in the apathies of this curse, I sense one thing
The rough yet warm cloth wraps around me

Aurthiel has been alive for thousands of years. She is older than the moon and sun. She has watched history play out before her eyes and traversed many lands. Thus, it makes sense that she has had many names and titles throughout these long years.

This is the list of such names and titles.

“Bu-but, no one else is fit for the role. Isn't it my duty to put my personal feelings aside for the whole battalion? What if no one else volunteers? Am I the only option? Am I fit?"