Rithrein was in hand brought to gather as the Shaman had spoke. The village always gathered to hear what the wise one had to say. Her mother had let go of her hand to listen to the Shaman. Rithrein looked at a man, who she knew as the Evil one. But she didn't know why. She had cocked her head sideways in wonder why the man was known as such. But before she knew it. Her mother had realized Rithrein had not ran away with her. Running back for her daughter. Grabbing Rithrein's hand and then picking her up to her side. Then heading back to the house. Rithrein had kept her curious sea blue eyes on the direction of the man. Once arriving into the house. Her mother let her down. Telling her to always fear the man she had asked about.<br/><br/>Though the years Rithrein learned to never ask of the man or speak of him anymore. But it wasn't long tell she had forgotten most of the day. Though after 15 years she had though it was just a normal thing life. Rithrein wasn't the type of girl to keep herself locked in the village. She liked traveling around. Taking her horse and finding a new place to go. She was lucky she had a place to go back to, or so she thought. But she had left weeks before the attack had came. She was on her way back to her house after coming back from a town before, finding it was destroyed. She came to a horror to her eyes. She rode to a hill she could see her village. Her long blond wavy hair flowed in the wind. Her tears ran down her check. She knew she couldn't go back to her city. But she had to. She had to get her families Heirloom sword. Her families money and whatever else she could get packed quick. She wanted to make sure nothing was to happen to her. She was lucky her house laid on the edge of the city.<br/><br/>She didn't know what she would do. Turning her horse to ride to the next village. She only had rashens to last her a couple days. Then she would have to hunt and gather for the rest of the trip. Tell she found a city she could spend money for a inn to sleep in. It had tooken her a few days to get there. So she had to find herself camping in a cave or in the forest. She wanted to make sure she was going to wake up safe. She relyed on her horse. To help her know if anyone or anything was near. Those night she dreamed see her family gone and dead. The first night she cried herself to sleep. The next night she stared at the fire tell she fell asleep.<br/><br/>Once arriving she had found herself in a village north of her village. Which was more closer to a city then a village. She tiredly made her way with her hood over her silk blond hair, to the inn. Laying down some coin, she way given a key. But she made her way for some food and a cold beer.