Around the next bend in the road the young village girl in the violet cloak sat in the dirt sobbing her sad little eyes out. There was a thick trail of blood leading from the edge of the forest to the middle of the road where she was sitting, obviously left by her when she crawled there. She was clutching her leg tightly trying to keep as much blood as she could from pouring out between her fingers.<br/><br/>When the two women rounded the path she looked pleading to them, begging them with her eyes to help, but she didn't say a single word to them. She just continued sitting, clutching, crying and bleeding.