I had been warned for many years to stay where I could be seen. I hated it. I wanted to be free, free to fly like the birds that flew above us or free to run as the wild deer running in the forests. Freedom, it seemed, was hard to come by. I had heard tales of other clans and other communities with brave warriors and wise women with legends going back generations and I yearned to go meet them, to discover more than the tiny gathering I had grown up with.

“We are a peaceful settlement, we draw no attention to ourselves and in return, we are never attacked.” My mother once told me when I sulked about my lack of adventures and the desire to see the other settlements.

A few days later, something had happened. I was never privy to interesting information so I my mother felt no need to inform me what it was. However, I knew it was something serious…

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