I had two people ask me for this story but none gave emamils. Two is a good number I think so here is the first section of this story. At the moment it is going to be updated along with the rest of my stories once a month. All I need to do now is edit it.

WARNING! HAS PEOPLE GETTING RAPED IN IT!

Had to warn you :)

'I need more time.'

'Aly, you can't. Nawat as well as Alan need to see a healer.'

'Well take them to one. I cannot see why you have not already.'

'We need you with us. We need you to come with us when we go home. Along with the added fact that the men refuse to go home without you. They really do like you, don't they?'

'I still haven't gotten the information that I need.'

'They are ill, Aly! They need help as much as you do! Don't think for even one small tiny second that I have not noticed that you are getting worse every time we see you. You are getting thinner and you are never as happy as you used to be.'

'It's the stress getting to me.'

'Stress? You are working on a mission and you let stress get to you?'

'It can't be helped,' was her abrupt reply.

I turned away and started to walk off with the large limp which had become familiar to me.

'Aly!' the woman called to me again.

'Yes?'

'Just tell me now. Before you go and I promise that I won't bother you anymore.'

'What?'

'Why are you limping and what is wrong with your ankle?'

There was a slight hesitation before I gave her my answer.

'I broke it.'

'What? When? how?'

'I thought that you said that you would leave me alone after I told you that?'

'Please?'

'I cannot remember. So many things have happened since… it is just all a blur now.'

It was obvious that I was telling a lie and I winced at the bullshit of it all. The woman however could tell that something bigger had happened and that I was not going to give up my hidden secrets.

'Aly! What have you gone through? If you can't remember how you broke your ankle then…'

It was worth a try, I read in her eyes.

'Lots of things,' was my answer with a half smile, a small remaining memory of what my character used to be like.

'I have to go. Even being out this long will get me punished,' I said looking around before muttering something under my breath at the sky.

'Come again?' she asked.

'C'est la vie. It translates sort of as such is life. Something we say in Tortoll.'

'Go!'

'I thought you wanted me to stay?'

'Only if you won't get hurt!'

I trudged back through the undergrowth, swearing more vigorously with each step. I did remember how I broke my ankle, but nothing, nor no one, would stop me from keeping it a secret until I was able to tell the right people.