Wrote this awhile back, was pretty well received on Fanfic.net so I thought why not post it here? xD I hope anda like it.
Scars
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She's been afraid of them ever since she got her first, afraid to tampil them to the world. Because they'd judge her, scars were from failed battles, they were her weaknesses. Each scar told a different story, and it was memories she never wanted to remember.
Scars were the only thing worse than death, because anda had to live with it. Though most of her scars were faint they were still there and she could pin point every single one and tell anda what weapon had marred...
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