The woman watched the unconscious man on her bed roll. He was still feverish, and his wounds were not getting better anytime soon. She was not a healer, this man needs a real healer or he will die. The next village is two days ride from her camp.

'I'm not even sure he will make it that far.'

That's why she's always been by herself. Only her and her horse. Nobody else.

Waiting for the knight to wake up will be useless. Trying to wake him up will be a waste of time.

Now the choice is all up to her. Either leave this man to die, or take him to the village healer and then leave him there.

The woman looked at her horse, '' What do you think girl? Shall we take this man to the village or leave him be?'' The horse whined and stamped her foot in disagreement. The woman raised her eyebrow as she took the apple from her bag and went to feed the horse.

''You know that we don't owe him anything''

The black stallion whined in protest against her idea. The stallion took a few steps towards his master and sniffed him a few times before laying down close to him.

The woman's eyebrow rose. ' That one sure is a smart and loyal stallion. War bread no doubt.' So far her day is not going as it should.

The woman turned towards the body of the man.

''When you wake up my friend you will owe me a big time.''

Sometimes she just loves to be here in nature when no one's around her, only silence. Here she can be herself, just a person. The trees do not expect her to be kind and selfless. The wildlife expect her to eat it, should she be hungry and able to catch it. The wind does not ask for her swords or her counsel. The soil does not rise to meet her boot or shy away. Here she simply the person who sees from these eyes and walks on these feet. That's why she prefers the life in solitude here in the wilds than there in city or village.

The woman made up camp before taking the man and getting him on top of her horse, while making sure that the man will not fall off while she will ride to the village. She turned to the other horse and saw it stood close by her own horse.

''I hope you are smart and will follow us to the village, the healer there might be able to save your masters life. So for his sake please do not get lost. Because I am not coming after you. Got it?'' The woman looked deep into the dark horse eyes, who in turn rolled them and nodded his head.

The woman turned to her own horse and jumped in her saddle, before adjusting the reigns so that she and her sleeping companion will not fall off. She bent down closer to the horse ear. '' We are going straight for the village girl. There won't be any stops. I promise to treat you after this is over.'' She kissed the horse head before snapping the reigns and yelling. ''Yah!''

She was galloping away at the furious pace, she was galloping for a day and half, the village should be there soon. She picked up the speed, before seeing the road block ahead of her. She stopped her horse and narrowed her eyes, stained her ears. She jumped off the horse while making sure the body stayed in the saddle. She looked around, eyes taking in every detail. She heard footsteps coming from one of the trees to her left. She knew what it was, this was the promising ambush. The gang stepped forward with confidence. She could see that they didn't want her but the body on her horse. One look tells that this guy is not my flesh. They expect easy picking, that She'll give him up without a fight. There are only four of them, she can cut them down and be back in the village by lunchtime.

She knows that her reputation hasn't preceded her. All they see is a woman with one blade.

She was quick to take out three men before her, before she whipped around to clash steel. She held blade even, a perfect, undaunted horizon; always levelled with the nose just as her sister had taught her. She had stalled the man's strike, but watched a wretched, stained grin split the leader of the gang's lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength. ''Weapons do not belong in the hand of woman,'' he throatily crooned, pressing closer to her face.

Their swords gleamed in the cool sunlight. Roxy knew that only one of them will walk away, and she can't allow herself to lose, the life of a man depends on it. She dodged to the side in one fluid move, her enemy menacing eyes were a blazing red and his dark hood made the rest of his features indistinguishable. Her enemy thrusts his sword forward, only to be met by Roxy's sword. Both swords met in air with a resounding 'clang'. When it come to the fight there's no honour, no code. All that matters is to win, and she takes nothing for granted. The gang would attack as a mob. In those days of fear and hatred there was no feigning honour. Everyone wanted what they wanted and force was the acceptable method, It was better to be a dog in a big group than a loner and many took that route - servitude over dead. Not her though, she swore she'd rather go down free and fighting, not that she wanted to die, she just liked living too much.

She always was one who never fights fair. So before the man could react she weakened her hold on her blade arm, and throwing the guy sideways before she stabbed him right in the chest. She dragged the silver marlin from the other's chest, adamant their failing heart beat would cease to beat soon.

She didn't watch him fall, she jumped straight in the saddle and galloping to the village.

Roxy spotted Solomon's cottage. It crouched low into the grassy embankment as though it were trying to hide, but the misshapen slate roof was too large to go unnoticed.

Roxy yelled out, stopping her horse right by the door of healer hut. ''Solomon! I need your help!''

The healer ran out of his hut looking up at her, the ears had holes in them. His wild black hair that stuck up from being ruffled every few minutes, his deep blue eyes narrowed as he saw the body on the horse.

''Take him into my hut and I'll look at him'' Before he walked back inside he turned his head to her, '' Come as well, I need to look at that wound on your arm.''

Roxy looked at the body and back at the door and groaned. ''Give me a fucking hand here Solomon! This guy is fucking heavy!'' She shouted at him before seeing the healer coming back and in one swift movement took the guy over his shoulder and left back inside. Roxy stood there and cursed. '' Fucking asshole...'' before she as well went inside.

Solomon went to look after his patient, before asking question. Roxy ignored everything around her she just sank into the armchair, relieved to feel soft fabric and no more weight on her feet. She let her head roll back and eyes pull to a close. Her peace and silence were interrupted by Solomon voice.

''What happened?'' He asked, without even turning away from his work on the man's life.

Roxy opened one of her brown eyes, while keeping the other closed, ''Don't know. Found him on his horse. The idiot had a fucking arrow stuck in his back. I took it out.''

''So I can see. Who is this man?'' He once again asked, turning to look at the closed arrow wound that was done very nicely.

Roxy closed her eyes. ''Hell if I knew. Don't care.''

''If you do not know him, then why save him?'' The healer went to his table and started to mix some herbs.

Roxy crossed her arms, and turned to look out the window, seeing Frost and the black Stallion close to each other. ' I need to treat Frost to some more apples, she deserves them.'

''His horse begged me to save his life.'' She said still looking out of the window.

''I see. I take the journey was not as easy as stripping this man now was it?'' Solomon smirked as he looked at Roxy, who blushed in anger.

''Shut it! Do your fucking job fish-brain, I don't want this man to die because you've been too busy being a pervert.'' She shouted at him in anger.

''Ha! You still owe me for the last treatment Roxy, please do be a dear girl and take this potion to Mary the Book keeper.'' He threw the potion at her, she caught it and gave him an angry glare. Her elegant azure gown laid over a silver breastplate with a heavily armoured shoulder on her leading arm. Solomon raised an eyebrow at the way she was dressed but chose not to comment, he did not want any damage to be done upon his hut, not a second time.

Roxy cursed under her breath as she left the hut. '' Fucking fish-brain, fucking knight in shining armours...'' She walked towards the Book shop that was located close to the inn. ' Maybe I can get a few blank scrolls to write, mine is almost out. I can tell a few stories in taverns and make some coin, I am sure Astrid would not mind. She likes my stories...'

Two days passed by and she was still here in this Darkwell village. Telling stories, and drinking ale. Making money. Two days she stayed in this village just to make sure that the knight was still alive. Thankfully Solomon was a great healer, and she knows even though he might sound like a fucking asshole, he was one of the best, and that the mans life was in good hands.

So here she was inside Solomon cottage, sitting by the fire on this chair, watching this unknown to her man that she'd never seen in her life before. Why was she here? What's keeping her here? Was she worried about this unknown man? No that can't be. 'His name. I find out his name and then I am out of here.' She heard a sound coming from a bed and slowly stood from her chair, listening closely.

Knight POV

He wakes up, still in a lot of pain from his injuries but he feels relieved that the worst of it seemed to have passed. He can hear the sound of a nearby fire and a rustling sound in the background. He rolls over to take a look around and is greeted by a figure across the room beyond the fire. Taking one glance as his eyes adjust to the light in the room he can make out a that it's a slim female figure. Blinking a couple of times, he glanced upwards beyond her waist. 'Am I dreaming?' he wonders. Must be dreaming, as he rolls back over in his bed he catches a scent. An unfamiliar scent unlike anything he'd smelt before. Maybe this isn't a dream!? Rolling back over he sat up and rubs his eyes before taking another look. The figure is now seemingly much closer than before, slowly walking towards him he gazes up notices her long brown hair swaying as she walks across the room. Oh man I hope this is not a dream, gazing further upwards he makes eye contact with her beautiful brown eyes and for a second all of his pains were completely gone. And without a thought he tries to stand up from his bed and introduce himself to this beautiful young woman standing before him...until upon gaining his footing a sudden sharp pain in his leg sends him stumbling again.

The young woman catches him before he could fall, her arms around his shoulders keeping him from moving.

''Stop moving and get your ass back in bed before you hurt yourself more, idiot.''