Present Day…

The rations from Aloy’s swag stuck in her throat as she recalled Jira’s stoic expression cracking when she was told her mother had been killed in action. No matter the Tenakth views on ‘dying with honour during glorious battle’, a daughter still mourned her mother’s passing. She had begged immediate leave from the base to see to Atekka’s funeral rites.

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Aloy shivered, still battling from an internal chill that didn’t want to lift. She took a swig from the flask in her swag and felt the wonderful hum of carefully brewed liquor go all the way down to her toes. She leaned against her swag, aching and exhausted, her mind going over the events that led to her lengthy journey.