Battles Old as Time

№33 of the💯Story Challenge

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Amelia willed her backbone to iron. The gaze of the old crone battered her defenses. She yearned to flee this wretched woman bearing down on her.

Slight and soft-spoken, it was her first foray into battle. She balled her fists, a flush of fire rising from her belly, staining her cheeks. With a will never before known, she raised her face, challenged the…