Rain pelted her flesh and moistened her lips, but it felt good after so many weeks of hard work. First had been the battles to defend the small farming village against an attack from a group of rogue Zaltanians who were trying to keep the war on. Then there had been the repairs. As a Dame of the Opal Order, a group of warriors and healers dedicated to aiding those in need, she’d been among those sent to help GreenTown through its crisis. She’d spent the day helping to build a new wall around the village square and instructing farmers on the basics of defense. In the morning a new group of Dames and Knights were scheduled to relieve Sun and the others who had secured the village. Then she could return to the Order where she spent most of her time training foot soldiers. Sun loved her work. She enjoyed helping others and even liked fighting. At least it was a way to vent some of the anger boiling inside her since her village had been destroyed ten years ago. Removing the strip of rope binding her heavy blonde hair at her nape, Sun shook out the rain-drenched tresses and thought how marvelous a long soak in warm water would feel.
