#umbralancer

There was never a dull moment within Alisha unique position. Hyland was her’s to keep a tab on at all time for the sake to look after the people as general of their forces and monitor the levels of malevolence within the land as squire. Often times these duties could blend as it had with the most recent reports she had received of a woman fighting off against beast within the forest nearing the path she had taken towards Elysia. Hellions, that was the only creatures that could be fitting of such a description. and yet she couldn’t help but find something so incredibly off by the report. 

Rose was not due to be back within Hyland for sometime and despite the shepherd spontaneous visits from the woman in question simply didn’t fit the description that she had been given by her knights. As commander of the Knights of Hyland and squire to the shepherd it was her duty to look into such oddities, especially when the malevolence and a potential civilian was involved. 

And yet... Call it an informed intuition but Alisha had a feeling that this woman was anything but a potential civilian. The number of people who could identify a hellion was steadily growing the general would not deny that however, the number of those who would fight against them was still quite low with the exception of herself and Rose. 

The details that she had been given.... They were oddly familiar to the records that she had read on the times long gone, of times when Hyland had went by another name. Given what she had seen prior and experienced such a thing could not be ignored. Yet, still that information was to taken with a grain of salt.  Only the seraphim could barely the life span to live to the present day from the age of Asgard. 

And yet here Alisha was, her grip on her spear loose enough to not appear as a threat but still within hand as she approached the woman who met the description that she had received once more. Whose description aligned perfectly with the persons found within the ancient records. The general took a moment to compose herself. The one that stood before her was as much of a legend as the shepherd once was. If not moreso.