Eprologue: New Findings
Ilene slowly opened her eyes and squinted as the bright beams if sun hit her face. Slowly, she got up, sore from sleeping on the forest ground. She quickly rubbed her eyes then convinced herself she had to keep moving if she wanted to make any grounds. Grabbing her bow, quiver, and shoving her dagger into her belt she decided it was time to keep moving. Ignoring her growling stomach, and the fear of being followed she trudged forward through the Scottish forest.
After almost a half a day of walking her nagging thoughts of danger halt at the sound of rushing water. "Water!" she thought and ran toward the sound, she was parched and had not anything to drink since she got off a boat nearly three days before. After a few minutes she found a small river, dropped to her knees, and plunged her face into the water gulping until she could hold no more.
Sitting back she looked around at the beautiful setting and had to laugh. The first time she's laughed in years. Around her were plenty of herbs, a green setting, and a river for water; around her was a new home.
She looked into the water and saw her reflection, she laughed at the tangled short brown hair and dirt smudges all over her face. All she knew is she was free, free from oppression, and free to live. It was a day of new findings for Ilene. But she did not know that her new findings had just begun.