Mara was laying still on the forest floor with only a torn canvas hooked to the dirt blocking the heat and the wind from her mosquito bitten face. Mara began to slowly shudder awake, and she started sharpening her dagger against a rough stone.
A sharp hissing sound began to shrill around her tent, she had not a clue what it was but to be safe she lifted her dagger below her shoulders, and peered out of the doorway of the torn canvas tent. She saw nothing, but before she could lift herself onto her blanket a sudden roar filled her surroundings, she rashly turned her head to look out her entrance and saw the unimaginable.
Replacing the smooth lime leaves of the late summer was a daze of reds and oranges, she concentrated her vision to focus on her current circumstance, and discovered flames licking the walls of her tent like mocking ravens. She jumped up and began attempting to collect all her goods such as potions, money, and food, but in her hectic escape she only managed to salvage a dozen coins, a few loaves of bread, and an empty flask. The flask, taking up much space, she had to let go of to make room for the more essential food.
She kicked up dust and began to dart into the wilderness, the trees seemed to be forming a siege around her, their embers in the same peculiar mocking faces. She ran with no intent on where she was going until she confronted a creek,
in her eyes this was majesty. She flung herself across to the other side, where she was sure the monstrous flames could not beat her.
Whilst laying on the scratchy grass floor, she looked on torwards her campsite, to see a titanic deep black dragon flitting away with a dark, solid, emotionless glare on his face.
After sleeping a good two hours Mara rose up from the damp dirt, noticing seering pain above her eye, she rubbed its surface, and squealed from the sharp pain. This caused it to open up and dribble blood down her eyelash all the way to her neck.
She climbed up on her feet and nearly fell, but she adapted to the uncertainty in he gait and limped down to the creekbed,
she crawled onto her knees and peered down onto her reflection in the muddy water, even though her reflection was overcome with the splashing of the waves, she managed to see her appearence.
Her hair was greased with dirt and black grime, and orange crusty blood. Her cheeks were tanned with a red polish of recently spilt blood. Her nose was beaten. "I look like a different person." She proclaimed to herself even though it was unsafe, as nearby animals or monsters could track her down. She knew they probably already would have if they were going too, her scent was probably ripe because of the fresh blood.
She checked the water for chemicals, or dangerous fluids, and found nothing but sweet mud and fish urine.
Even though it was probably unhealthy, she climbed in and began washing herself fully clothed in the upper area of the stream.
When she climbed out she began searching her salvaged kit for anything beneficial. She discovered the stabbing sensation of hunger in her stomache, and began to fill up on stale, wet bread. She stood and investigated the distance, seeing the roof of a small straw hut, she hobbled in that direction.
