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The woods were getting denser. The air was thick and stifling, a mix of smoke from never-ending fires of the cursed forest and horrible stench emanating from the ground. The animals’ carcasses could be seen on the ground; some of them were horribly disfigured and mutated. Crouched on a stone, Leadikh drearily watched crooked trees sticking their needle-sharp branches in all directions, grass that turned into harsh razor blades, jagged stones half-buried in the ground. She felt morning cold seeping into her half-naked body.

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Leadikh grew famous as a pit fighter in Tarhakh, her village, which stood on a busy crossroads full with idle travelers who always fancied a chance to try their hand in a makeshift arena against a barely clothed young girl. Too bad they always left the arena missing a few teeth, and some did not even leave at all. In any case, Leadikh always took her payments upfront. However, there was a goal she had been nurturing for a very long time: a quest into the woods bordering the village. People said that pure darkness lurked there, poised to land a sudden blow on entire Ziaran while it was busy with its endless wars and bickering. The roads also turned more dangerous: Ekton’s Road guards could not match the demand since almost every carriage and cart suffered bizarre attacks at nights. The rumor went that the troubles did not limit themselves to the kingdom of Akutarh: merchants would scratch their heads hesitantly if they were to go to Kafanna or Sekuill Pa as well. Leadikh was sure that the source of all that mysterious evil lied in the forest. Those two hunters who blabbered about a blast in the woods, the occasional howls in the night that did not belong to any known animal, the dry dead trees that would not give new sprouts even though the war that had devastated these parts was long over. All that was a sign of some curse centered around that very forest she saw every day from her hut. Therefore, one day she pulled her arena armor on, grabbed her sword and snuck out into the dark mess of trees.

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It was already the morning of her second day in the forest. The attire that had served her well in the arena proved to be questionable once outside it. Her strong body was barely covered with a skimpy chainmail bra and a similarly scanty loincloth. These were about the only clothes that she wore, only complemented by bracers, some leather wraps and a tiara. Her worst oversight was the lack of boots, customary in the arena but fatal in the wilderness. It had not been not evident at first, but as she had wandered deeper into the forest, she had felt her bare feet taking toll of the harsh terrain underneath. Now her every step was sending her on the verge of crying. She recalled the previous day; her whole body served as a reminder. There were long scratches from the wolves that jumped on her just after a few hundred steps into the woods. There were smaller cuts from the dry bushes that she had to plow through as their branches tore her exposed skin. Worst of all was the night. Leadikh did not even know what happened when, as she settled down to rest in exhaustion, she received a sudden blow to the ribs. Bending over, she could not stifle a cry, but then another blow to her face cut her short. The pitch black darkness hid the attackers from her sight, and she could only wave around her sword while some evil entities continued to beat her up, sometimes taking pleasure in slipping their hands (or whatever they had) underneath her bra and loincloth, as if mocking her flimsy armor which failed to protect even her most intimate parts. As she was losing ability to fight back, the hands grew bolder, pinching and twisting her nipples, slapping her buttocks and probing the sacred spot between her legs, unprotected by any undergarments. She lost count of how long the torment lasted, but with the first rays of sun, struggling through a thick ceiling of trees, the entities retreated, leaving her crumbled on the ground. After a while, she tried to get up, but clutched her side and groaned as she made a careless twitch. The sun revealed the damage that her body took during the night. With a grunt she rose, crouching on a stone.

“If y’all think this is enough to stop me… You’re dead wrong”

She spit blood on the ground and made the first step of her new day in the damned forest.

Description
The woods were getting denser. The air was thick and stifling, a mix of smoke from never-ending fires of the cursed forest and horrible stench emanating from the ground. The animals’ carcasses could be seen on the ground; some of them were horribly disfigured and mutated. Crouched on a stone, Leadikh drearily watched crooked trees sticking their needle-sharp branches in all directions, grass that turned into harsh razor blades, jagged stones half-buried in the ground. She felt morning cold seeping into her half-naked body.

—

Leadikh grew famous as a pit fighter in Tarhakh, her village, which stood on a busy crossroads full with idle travelers who always fancied a chance to try their hand in a makeshift arena against a barely clothed young girl. Too bad they always left the arena missing a few teeth, and some did not even leave at all. In any case, Leadikh always took her payments upfront. However, there was a goal she had been nurturing for a very long time: a quest into the woods bordering the village. People said that pure darkness lurked there, poised to land a sudden blow on entire Ziaran while it was busy with its endless wars and bickering. The roads also turned more dangerous: Ekton’s Road guards could not match the demand since almost every carriage and cart suffered bizarre attacks at nights. The rumor went that the troubles did not limit themselves to the kingdom of Akutarh: merchants would scratch their heads hesitantly if they were to go to Kafanna or Sekuill Pa as well. Leadikh was sure that the source of all that mysterious evil lied in the forest. Those two hunters who blabbered about a blast in the woods, the occasional howls in the night that did not belong to any known animal, the dry dead trees that would not give new sprouts even though the war that had devastated these parts was long over. All that was a sign of some curse centered around that very forest she saw every day from her hut. Therefore, one day she pulled her arena armor on, grabbed her sword and snuck out into the dark mess of trees.

—

It was already the morning of her second day in the forest. The attire that had served her well in the arena proved to be questionable once outside it. Her strong body was barely covered with a skimpy chainmail bra and a similarly scanty loincloth. These were about the only clothes that she wore, only complemented by bracers, some leather wraps and a tiara. Her worst oversight was the lack of boots, customary in the arena but fatal in the wilderness. It had not been not evident at first, but as she had wandered deeper into the forest, she had felt her bare feet taking toll of the harsh terrain underneath. Now her every step was sending her on the verge of crying. She recalled the previous day; her whole body served as a reminder. There were long scratches from the wolves that jumped on her just after a few hundred steps into the woods. There were smaller cuts from the dry bushes that she had to plow through as their branches tore her exposed skin. Worst of all was the night. Leadikh did not even know what happened when, as she settled down to rest in exhaustion, she received a sudden blow to the ribs. Bending over, she could not stifle a cry, but then another blow to her face cut her short. The pitch black darkness hid the attackers from her sight, and she could only wave around her sword while some evil entities continued to beat her up, sometimes taking pleasure in slipping their hands (or whatever they had) underneath her bra and loincloth, as if mocking her flimsy armor which failed to protect even her most intimate parts. As she was losing ability to fight back, the hands grew bolder, pinching and twisting her nipples, slapping her buttocks and probing the sacred spot between her legs, unprotected by any undergarments. She lost count of how long the torment lasted, but with the first rays of sun, struggling through a thick ceiling of trees, the entities retreated, leaving her crumbled on the ground. After a while, she tried to get up, but clutched her side and groaned as she made a careless twitch. The sun revealed the damage that her body took during the night. With a grunt she rose, crouching on a stone.

“If y’all think this is enough to stop me… You’re dead wrong”

She spit blood on the ground and made the first step of her new day in the damned forest.