Alone,
Bruised,
Shattered.
The once formidable crimson warrior sat against the cold and jagged stone wall. Her form weakened from the months of mental and physical abuse.
Scars healed and reopened time and time again. Her usually pristine attire torn and stained scarlet and brown, conjealed blood and mud crusted over her once soft skin.
Her eyes black and sunken, her face shallow and skeletal.
Her wrists red, raw, bleeding from the rusted iron chains that bound her.
Her darkened hair wet, greasy and covered in dirt, rancid water and blood. The ends curled and crisped together.
Alas despite her dyer appearance her breathing was strong, her jaw set hard, her shoulders not slumped in defeat. Look closely at her eyes and you can see a small spark of fire, hope for her revival, our goddess is yet to be lost completely.
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Lady Sif {Thor}short stories
FanfictionShort stories based on the honourable Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Features Thor and Beta Ray Bill. Some feature the comic relationship between Sif and Bill.
