Olivia set the last stone on the pile. Engraved on it was the words 'here lies Alec Sanders' her father had died only hours before of an infected wound. Such a dishonorable death. Unlike her grandfather, Norman, who had died at the hand of the Wargals. Though it had been the Ranger who had convinced Norman to show him where the Wargals were. If not for the Ranger her grandfather might still be here. Comforting her. She had only been a new born when the Ranger had come but she listened to the story's her father had told her of Norman and how the Ranger Halt had basically killed her Grandfather. She had taken the anger and hate her father had left behind into her own heart.
Slowly Olivia stud up. She was going to leave these mountains. Though she knew that her Father and Grandfather would never want her to abandon their home. She had lived here for 15 years and now wanted to find someplace else. Maybe even in Araluen. Olivia went into the tunnels and grabbed her bag and ropes. She gave one more Farewell to her Father's grave and headed to the side of the cliff. She wouldn't be able to down three step pass because of the Wargals that guarded it so Olivia would have to climb down the steep sides of the mountain. It was kind of easy because of some old spikes that some one had put down one of the easier paths. Once she had gotten down Olivia stashed her rope in her bag and filled her leather water bottle in the nearby creek. And she was on her way.
Olivia walked for days and days. Soon she ran out of food and started living off of water and the small animals she could find. But it was not enough for her body and she started to grow weak. After a few days of this Olivia decided to ask for some food at the next town of farm house she came by.
Olivia realized that if she tuned up as a girl wondering alone she might run into some trouble so she took out her knife and cut her hair very short. Using her bushy eye brows and the fact that she had no breast to her advantage.
It took another day and a half to find a small cabin that was tucked away in a small clearing in a thick part of the woods. Stumbling up the stairs as fast as she could she knocked on the door weakly. A young man with fiery red hair was the last thing she saw before her legs gave out and the world around her shut down.