Verita breathed heavily, her chest heaving up and down underneath her tattered and old brown robes. Everything about the young girl told the travellers that she lived here for a very long time. The sight of the mud they had been walking through was seeped deep into her clothes, her hands and legs. She was walking barefoot in the ice-cold, not something a traveller would prefer to do on his long and weary journeys. But the most noticable thing about the young healer, was the way her bright brown, almost deep orange eyes, flared up of danger.<br/><br/>'' I don't know who you guys are, or where you have come from.. But our village never gets visits from strangers, and you need to leave. Now!''<br/><br/>Looking over from the hooded figures to the tall and muscled man before her with his hand still resting on his hip, she climbed back onto the edge of the window again. With her lean and nimble body, she swayed her bum before the men in the hut, looked over her shoulder and gave a quick but genuine smile.<br/><br/>''Now.. Follow me if you want to keep your limbs as pretty as your mother gave them, because despite the cold outside, it's going to get really hot in here..''<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reaction, she jumped back out of the window, carefully placing her feet at the point from where she had jumped before, knowing there was a deep puddle to sink away in next to the hut. Quick as a fox she ran between the trees of the dark forest, making her way quickly between the desolate and dying underbush towards the edge of the closest mountain. Her hand rested on the start of the path, cut away with the rough slashing of a blunt pickaxe many decades ago. The path was too small for any carriage or animal to walk over, it was designed for a single human carefully placing it's feet along the dangerous sharp edges of the mountain. Looking up to the top of the mountain she waited for a few more seconds until she knew for sure the strangers in danger could see her climb onto path. She was going to lead them to the quickest and safest way out of the valley.. Straight through the smallest mountaintop over a bridge her father had forbidden to touch. But as her eyes finally were able to see the magically glowing green lights of the doomed bridge, she noticed something both startling and gruesome. The bridge had been destroyed.<i> How in earth was she going to be able to make those men pass safely out of her Arebion without being lynched alive?</i><br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/158/b/c/__impasse___by_chaoslavawolf-d52maq0.jpg" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/158/b/c/__impasse___by_chaoslavawolf-d52maq0.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>Maybe they can make it.. The gap isn't that big, it's possible to jump it. But if anything else would break off, she thought. The way back would be almost impossible to reach, without travelling a few weeks around the mountains all on her own. Biting her lip anxiously she looked up at the first man that had reached her. She noticed his searching eyes, wondering whether or not to trust her. A small sharp pain her hearth told her she had to make a decision right now, that would effect the rest of her life. Stay here in the village she hated with every fibre in her being for the rest of her life, or choose to save these travellers, and find whatever comes her way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>