Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

Kendra followed her sister through the tunnels she knew herself really well. She was starting to limp a bit. Though it didn't take long for them to reach the keep. She sat down and let Potema tend to her wounds. She closed her eyes, taking in the pain that came with the leaves being pressed against her wounds on her shoulder and neck. The cobwebs made sure that they were staying into place.

The girl felt the sting, but it reminded her that it didn't feel as painful as her father leaving them. She opened her pale eyes when the other spoke. Kendra turned to her and nodded shortly in thanks. With that she walked out of the keep with her wounds tended to.