She is a story on the wind. The Tattered Woman had fought a dozen Imperial solders in the market square of Harall before vanishing. She traversed the Sandstorm Wastes alone. She freed an army of Underfolk captives from the Relentless Caravan.
She is everywhere and nowhere. If you could find her, the Tattered Woman would tell you many things. The first is that her name is Rachel. Second is that her legend is almost entirely exaggerated. Third is that a red taffeta ballgown makes terrible survival gear. Finally, she would say she just wants to go home to her world.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.