Over lands and mountains she traveled. Blood and guts she spilt and from it she drank and ate. Her world had shifted from the delicate pale pink of spring blossoms to the vivid scarlet of death. Long gone are her previous teachings along with the only family she ever knew. It made her stronger, yet weaker for one could not walk the Jianghu alone. No matter how ruthless she became or how many forbidden scripts she greedily learned, she was still human, a lone woman following the crimson path of Jianghu. Abandoned by her sisters, shunned by fellow warriors, she could only befriend the shadows and a shadow she became.
There will come a time for her to shine, a time of retribution or vengeance, but until then, she kneeled and bid her time. She could only hope, or dream as many jested, to not lose herself because that was the fate of all who adopted the shadows. She had been warned and she had made her choice; the risks were well worth the rewards. Besides, this vivid crimson was growing on her. Some would even say that it was her color.
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