The beginning of Arelia's story

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She lay on the ground in front of the lampost, sobbing. Sweat dripped down her face, burning her eyes as it mixed with her tears. She held a hand over a cut on her stomach; she was lucky, it wasn't lethal. The man laying next to her was not so fortunate. Most of the blood at her feet was not her own. She did not know if she could move. Oh gods, so much pain. She looked around the cave. The distance sound of voices and the closer sound of water dripping filled her sensitive ears. However, her vision was blurred through tears and pain. She knew no help would come. She knew that no one knew where she was, or even cared. She would die here.
Her ears pricked up at a slight sound. Footsteps drawing closer. Her sword lay in front of her, but she knew that she was in no condition to fight. I great booted foot came into her vision, stepping on top of her sword. She closed her eyes and prepared thoughts of home, a place she thought she would never see again.