Left in time

Fierce frigged winds blew from the north, the trees bent and swayed making cracking nosies that seemed to call her name, her cloak flew behind her like wings of a death angle black and unforgiving, her long hair flowed in the cold night breeze. the hight of the moon told her what time it was but she cared little pulling her cloak tight around her slim body to ward off the cold she started her meander across snowy plains filled with tall grass, her heavy leather boots made large holes in the snow, as she walked snowflakes fell with the wind covering her tracks in the white snow. Pulling her hood over her head she stopped and turns her head to look back at the moon

" brave are you ,strong and bold and never bound to any hold" she thought to herself. She let out a low chuckle " one day I will join you" she said to herself as she looked away and started walking again. Her feet felt heave and started to throb, her mind said to go but her body could not carry her any further, her eyelids grew heave. She knew that she had to stop for the night she glanced over to her right and seen a old large tree with a hallowed out center

"humm" she said with tiredness in her voice, she slumped her way to the tree sat down and commenced taking off her weapons, she placed her crossbow and her shatterspike beside her, where her shatterspike lay the moon light fell making it luminous and transparent she stared at its transparent blade, then she turns her head to unclasp her cloak all the way, the howling wind could not reach her in here, her cloak lay in a circle around her, it looked like black blood that had bleed out. the tips had been torn to shreds in her dispirit flight, she picks up the ends of her cloak rubs it in her hands examining how bad they were torn an thought to herself slowly she starts to drifted off to sleep in a sitting position her head lay an her arm that was supported by her knee with her cloak pulled tightly around herself.

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The moon light fell through the branches of dead trees, a broken path was all hat was left of once great road but now only 1 horseman and a small band of bowmen walked this path. The horseman stopped on the sight of a young man running his way.

"status report sir Darin" said the young boy panting, sweat pored off the boys face. Darin look at the boy with frown upon his face,

"speak boy what news do ye bring?" he said in a deep rasping voice.