It had been just once she had left.
Just once she left the safety of her hideaway.
She had a guard with her, she stayed off road, she wore camouflaging attire. She should have been safe.
But no.
There she stood, facing the man she had run away from, hidden from, for so long...
Aglarzor the Silent. Her father, her hunter, her would be killer...
She looked up to the sky, her own family blood splotching her clothes. Her torn cloak laid on the ground ahead, her fishing pole snapped. Her guard approached her, hand clinging to the sword he had used to defend her this night. With tears in her eyes, she looked down...
... She removed the fish hook from the corpse's neck. Her dead father's neck.
A Tale To Be Told Another Day.
