Nesiana could feel sores building between her thighs from how long her legs spread, and not In the good way. Her white mare had been galloping, trotting, and walking for what felt like a fortnight. Night, day, what did it matter if your eyes were unable to see it? The ride had taken a toll on her. Only stopping every so often for a quick dip in a lake, or for food, and water. Her eyes flickered open after having been shut for nearly twelve hours it felt like. Of course, nodding off this way left her mare to scamper on her own. Luckily, the creature knew heading north was the wisest decision. Or so she hoped. There was a chance the stupid, bitch, mare would ride into death corners. It wouldn't be the first time she did something like that. Last time,  bitch ran right into a village where the villagers pulled out bows, and shot at them because strangers were welcome. Bitch is a perfect name for a horse that nearly killed her on numerous occasions.<br/><br/>Fresh dew greeted her nose. A sign that said early morning was not a distant memory. " Come on bitch, You must feel like you ran half across the world. Slow down." Her words whispered to the galloping creature as it slowly came to a trot. Huffing as if the last breaths the mare would take were coming all too soon. Once, the mare came to a complete halt Nesi slid down, landing onto the mud ground. The horse needed rest. She lead her to a nearby tree using a rope made of a strengthened plant, wrapping around the mares neck gently, and then tied the other end to the branch.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Death will sweep in waves.</div><br/><br/>Hours passed before the pair were back treading muddy roads, and rocks that could cut a hoof in half.A path so narrow that only the horse could ride through. Forest trees reached for the sky, and rays of sunlight had soon dwindled to being no more than a speck. Creatures scurried around trying to evade being the next prey for a more skilled predator. Fresh scent of dirty pond water wafted into her nose.<br/><br/>A little hut made of oak wood, and stones appeared in the distance. People.  People were the last creatures she really wanted to run into. With every village came weird conversations, and being shoed away like a unwanted dog. The Coraiahry elven pale skin is unwelcome among most  beings. It was associated with demons, and terror. Lore would speak of her kind like blood sucking evil creatures. Tales better woven for humans.<br/><br/>The hut with  drops of dried red substances splattered all over it looked abandoned. Cobwebs littered cracks between each stained log. No spider was to be found crawling with its swindling eight legs around the area. Was it dead? A door around the side of the hut was resting wide open, dangling off its hinges like the residents desired escape as bad as rats climb out of cages. Bitch  let out a huff of aggravation like the area itself was nerving her in some way. Rot twinkled its disgusting scent their way. Nesi leaped off her mare hearing a loud crunch as the boots landed atop pale( paler than her very skin) bones . Snapping the rotting bones off of a twisted neck which was not attached to a particular body.<br/><br/>Dried specks of blood covered the ground like a flowing river. Chunks of food from the day before escaped her lips like drops of rain. It flew sprinkling the dark leaves of grass, and wetting a rock as if a man was pissing out his hole onto it. When, the chunks finally subsided her breath tasted like acid. She stepped with a little wobble into the rusty hut. A man sat on a chair wasting away like a joke. On a small wooden table a white parchment rested, ink splayed onto the ground, but the parchment was readable enough for her to make out particular words.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Nine seals hidden like the secret gems of Yamirah’s necklace. <br/>Nine seals hidden inside her.</div><br/>Words. Words of the Gods war. What would have made such disaster here? She left the  village not soon after that parchment's discovery. A sinking feeling was developing deep within her. A gut feeling of darkness which made her want to spew chunks all over again.  The ride went another fortnight in a half before she came upon the regiment camp that was of interest to her.