After a storm comes silence, and from silence rises a new order, holding new dreams. Just like a new order rises after silence fall upon the battlefield. New fighters takes there step into the arena, fighting for what they believe in, and for the dreams they hold. She is one of them, one of the new femlaws, a wench some would call her. She dont care, all that matters to her is to rebuild what is left after the battle, and like a lioness she walks between the ruins, each step she makes, makes her power within even stronger….
The sounds from the street down below reaches her tiny flat. Its a hot day in the city, almost like all air is standing still. The wall feels cold and almost calming on days like this. She walks to the fridge and gets a beer, lets her ass drop down on the chair and enjoys how it cools her down for a moment. She should wash the floor, but the heat makes her lazy. So what, if its a bit dusty, she can clean when the rain sets in….