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"I see", she replied softly.

She didn't feel all that special. It didn't feel like she had been stuck in this bleak world for a purpose. She had been unlucky, and that was all there was to it. Then she reminded herself of the old witch in the forest. She remembered that when she had been crying because of her loneliness during her travels, the kind old woman had taken her in. She had offered her a place to rest and some food and then given her Gastbane, a sword meant for banishing evil spirits. Could it have been that the old woman had actually seen her for what she truly were? She was a witch after all and they saw more then common men. Maybe she had given Myling a purpose when she gave her the sword, a purpose to remain in the world of the living, a world she didn't really belong in.

Myling took up Gastbane and eyed it curiously. Was there really a reason behind her existence after all?