Kvetha Fricai!
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Chapter 4 – Mystery Figure and Ruins
She wasn't going to spend another second in the town she had grown up in – hating every second of her life there.
Today, she was finally free.
The hood of Linah's cloak was pulled up around her face so that she could see clearly out of it.
Therinsford had finally disappeared behind the trees and with it her old life.
She had no idea how long the trek from 'hell' to Carvahall would be having never walked further than the shops that were on the edge of Therinsford.
People often rode horses to the towns around Therinsford but Linah couldn't remember ever meeting someone who walked to Therinsford.
Securing her pack onto her back tighter she started to run though the trees.
Linah had never been able to run to her fullest while she was in Therinsford because someone would always stop her telling her 'proper ladies do not run'. Not to mention the fact that the shoes she had been forced to wear were the most uncomfortable things to run in.
But now she had boots and no one to irritate her, she could really let go and just run.
The trees passed by in a blur as she moved in between them all.
Everything was just so perfect. The wind in her hair, the crunch of leaves and twigs under her feet, the sound of scurrying animals as Linah ran past, the sound of birds in the skies above but what made everything absolutely perfect was the fact that there was no one here to stop her.
Linah came to a halt when she reached a small pond.
The water was clear enough that Linah could see her reflection in it.
Kneeling down beside the water, Linah just stared at herself.
Just by looking at her reflection she could tell why people didn't treat her as an equal.
She was different... too different.
Her ears were pointed at the top, her eyebrows were slanted, and under them were big round bright blue eyes.
She was only fifteen and already her face was angular and her eyes full of knowledge.
Her hand reached up shakily to her face. Her fingers ran down her left cheek that felt softer than any fabric.
Linah closed her eyes and slammed her hand down in the water causing it to splash up and wet her clothes.
I'm a freak!
Linah tied her long black hair back and stood up.
What if even in Carvahall, I am not accepted? This thought caused Linah to doubt her idea. Even if she had escaped Therinsford, was she just walking towards another town that would not welcome her?
No. I will be welcome. And if I'm not... I will travel back through the Spine in search for a town that will accept me.
Linah had lost all track of time as she walked at a steady pace through the trees. The sun had risen and taken its hiding spot behind the dark clouds.
She changed her course to go back toward the road so that she could tell if she was near Carvahall.
It had only been a few minutes before the trees started to thin and become more spaced apart.
She continued to walk out until she was met with the familiar sight of the dirt road.
Across from her she could see the familiar sight of the mountains covered with trees.
Linah was about to walk back into the forest and continue on her way to Carvahall when her eyes rested on something standing in the forest opposite her.
The figure wore light colours and their hair was the thing that caught Linah's eye, it was silver.
Just as quickly as Linah had seen the mysterious figure, it disappeared.
Without a backwards glance Linah ran into the forest behind her and continued running toward Carvahall.
"Ooowww!!" Linah cried out she got up from tripping and slamming into a tree.
Her head was throbbing so hard it felt like it would split open. Her hands and arms had all been scratched and her cheek that had once been smooth now had a cut running from her jaw to her cheekbone.
She held her hand up to her cheek to try and stop the blood but it didn't really do anything other than stain her hand and cheek even redder.
She stood up and checked her pack for anything to help stop the bleeding but nothing was in there.
She heard crunching of leaves behind her. Lowering to a crouch she looked around but couldn't see anything.
"Slytha."
Linah looked around for who it could have been who spoke but she suddenly felt very sleepy.
Before she could lower herself to the ground she was asleep.
The voice from earlier spoke again saying another weird word that caused Linah to sit up almost fully awake.
When Linah's eyes focused she found herself lying on the ground with her pack beside her. But nowhere could she see anyone who could have spoken.
"Where are you? What did you do?" Linah turned and started rummaging through her pack making sure everything was there.
She removed her hands from the bag and stared at them.
The cuts were gone on her hands and arms. Reaching up instantly she felt her smooth cheek again.
Linah picked up her stuff and scrambled away running as fast as she could to get away from where she had woken up.
What on Earth happened?!
Linah remembered running into the tree and she could still feel her headache – even though it had become less painful.
She came to a skidding halt and stopped and ran in the direction of the road again.
After her encounter in the forest, Linah had stuck to the very edge of the forest where she could easily see the road and if the need arose, she could easily run back into the forest.
It had only been a minute when Linah heard the distinctive sound of horses.
Darting back inside the forest she ran even faster toward Carvahall.
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Linah stood up on the hill staring down in shock at what was left of the village.
Not a single house stood tall, each and everyone had been knocked in and all that remained was rubble.
Trenches had been dug around it behind large barricades.
Carvahall was gone.
Linah walked down into the streets to see carcasses of animal lying around.
She sat – where a house had once stood – on one of the few remaining tables that had survived the attack.
What happened to the villagers?! Linah shot up and started looking through the ruins for any signs that humans had stayed behind but there were none.
I can only hope they all got away.
Linah felt her tears leave a warm trail down her cheeks as she looked around at what used to be Carvahall.
Linah only stayed long enough to look around at the remains for anything she could use. She managed to find a bow and full quiver that had survived whatever had come through the town.
Both were in good condition and the quiver was even full of arrows and the bow strung.
Before leaving Linah sat down and had a quick lunch and a drink.
She might have been able to run to Carvahall in a day but she sure as hell wasn't about to set off at the same pace back in the direction she didn't want to go in – back in the direction of Therinsford.
Determine to not only find a town that would accept her but also to find out what had happened to the people of Carvahall, Linah left the remains of the village and started the walk of her life.
I hope you liked this chapter.
I realized I had forgotten to get Linah to snatch a bow last chapter so I let her find one in this chapter.
Always open to critism or complements or just someone saying hi.
Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass!
