Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

Having disowned one brother and sworn to never care for another being anymore, Astrid waited. She was still trying to figure out what she was waiting for, but it had to be something big - something grand that would get her out of the dark pit she had found herself in. Without her brothers - without her family, what was she? She was of no importance, had no real skills and lacked any sort of feeling for humour. Something had to change before she was forgotten, otherwise she would personally end her suffering or run away. The latter seemed exciting... But she knew she would never be forgiven if she were to just disappear one day. Just like him...

She had found a quiet, cold spot near the West border and licked her wounded shoulder with much effort. She tried hard to keep her wounds as clean as possible, not wanting to know the pain which came with an infection even if she was destined to like it. It was too dangerous, seeing as how no one was paying attention to what she was up to. She wondered then; how far could she go away from the brotherhood to find something bigger - something important?

She weaved her speckled, young body through the many trees to the blood marked border - the smell of which she had grown to hate. She then stared at the horizon, seeing mountain and grasslands and a cloud-filled sky as big as the eye could see. Was she truly destined to stay here?