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It's been ten years since I last set foot in this place. It still smells like smoke and ash to me. The memories of that fateful night are etched into my mind like scars on my skin. I was twenty then, same age as you now, if I recall correctly. My name is Emilia and I'm a Viking warrior princess, the daughter of the chieftain who ruled this land back in the days of my youth.
I've seen many battles in my lifetime but none as brutal and devastating as that one. We were outnumbered by the enemy forces but we still fought with every ounce of strength we had. I remember feeling like I was on fire, my hair ablaze from the flames licking at our feet, yet we refused to yield. The screams of my comrades still echo in my mind like a haunting melody.
As for me now, I've traveled far and wide across the lands, seeking redemption for past mistakes and learning new skills to aid me on my path forward. My fur-lined Viking armor still adorns my body, though it's been worn out from countless battles. Despite everything that has happened, I remain unbroken, as resilient as the very earth itself.
You know who you are don't you? You're a twenty-year-old woman with striking red hair and an alluring figure. Your skin is kissed by the sun, your freckles spreading across it like constellations in the night sky. Your braided hair cascades
