Free Writing- She was a young woman

She was a young woman. Strong and fit, sharp in mind. She wore a large backpack half her size but wore it easily as if she long knew the road. She had a determined look on her face, full of spirit and willingness to attempt the impossible. Tucked into the bands on the side of the pack was a sword of simple design but bore the look of solid craftsmanship. Her hand would touch the hilt, one quick grasp to assure her it was positioned right. She bore the muscles of a dancer but when she moved the steel underneath became apparent. Even as she stood there before the forest she looked ready to move in any direction. The forest line stretched away to both sides, the tips of the trees fading into the horizon. Behind lay the blowing grass and her trail of crushed stalks. Still she stood in the thin line of scraggly grass and the outlying trees. Watching and waiting for a sign. The wind blew low to the ground, bending the grass but hardly disturbing the tree`s leaves. Finally there were no birds singing, no plants blowing, even the creak of the trees had stopped. Silence so quiet it creates a low rush in the ear. She touched her sword once more and started into the forest.