Fall ran. The trees were only a blur. Red hot flames licked at her feet, threatening to consume. Panick gripped her, she saw nothing, thought nothing, except to run. Run. Run. Run. She didn't stop, even when she came to the river. It's waters running away from the fire, not wanting to be boiled. She quickly jumped into the river and swam across. Suddenly she was staring at burnt trees and ashes. A pile of wood planks, black and chared, terrified her. She started diging frantically through the rubble, hoping to find somthing or someone. But found nothing. Sadness gripped her, then a kind of determination came with it. But saddness no less.<br/><br/>Fall sat up quickly, tears running down her face. She sighed when she relized it was only a dream, yet it wasn't. It was only a year ago that the fire had taken her brother, Aron, and she was left to fend for herself. Yet something inside her told her to keep looking for him, even though he was dead. She was driven by this feeling to cross lands unknown to most and search every nook and cranny till she found him. But she knew deep in her mind that he would never be found. She would search all her life, but he would never be found. Fall sighed and leaned against the tree trunk. She had been sleeping in trees for years now and found them rather comfortable, but they always brought bad memories. A deep growling erupted from her stomache. "Shut up." She groaned to herself, not wanting to get up from her nap. The sun had not yet risen yet it was bright enough to see. She guessed that it was just before dawn. Fall pulled off her pack started siffting through things till she found a rather hard peice of bread. The crust was supposed to be hard, she was told. She had never had this kind of bread before, and didn't really want to, but it was all that she could afford. She swallowed her rejection of the bread and quickly ate it, ignoring the pasty taste in her mouth. Once she finished it, she jumped down from the tree, and continued on her journy to the nearest town. She regreted that she had not refilled her water skin when she had the chance, because now she was parched and on the virge of being dehidrated. But this is what drove her to pick up her pace and go quickly. After a few hours the town's gates came into veiw. A few travelers lined the path, none seemed livily at this time in the morning. She figured that this town contained a lot of late risers. A smirk crossed her face as she entered through the gates, ignoring the sleeping gaurds.