Arya
A shudder ripple through me.
What does she mean by that?
"I never speak in parables, dear." She adds.
I lean down to rub my scraped leg. Sharp pain shoots through my injured side.
I have to get away from her. I can't let her find me - funny because she's my target.
I start walking cautiously through the woods. The fruit I had eaten earlier is littered around the forest floor.
I pick up a few.
I just wish there's a way to somehow block her out - that way she'd never see me coming. And also, she won't be able to hunt me down.
Tsk! She said the connection is both ways - then why do I feel like a slave? A servant to her evil will.
Now, I've been dragged into a power tussle that should naturally never concern me.
I heave a sigh of regret.
The path before me slowly starts sloping. I can make out strange buildings in the distance.
Civilization at last!
But my instincts warn me not to get excited - danger might still loom ahead.
