Three days of running.
Three days of hunger.
Three days of thirst.
Three days of fear.
Three days of no sleep.
For three days Sestra had run, tirelessly persuaded by a band of orge.
They where not fast but they where persistent.
She had stumbled into their camp days before as she wandered around the low hills off to the side of the dark forest.
She had been merely wondering, she did not know why, she just walked out of the city one day with just her cloths and a small dagger and wondered in no particular direction, soaking in the sun and cool breezes as she walked along.
She felt very stupid now, why did she just walk off into the wilds with no proper weapons at her side.
A dagger is all fine and dandy if you are killing rats but they are no match for a large bulking Ogre pack.
She hated Ogre, they smelt terrible and many of their kind had attached her tribe as a child and adult.
Her parents always told her and her twin brother Roth, stay away from the Orge, they are fowl and horrible creatures that do no good for us Sivi Vuk.
She had fought many a orge in her time, but that was always with her brother by her side and other tribe warriors.
One time she saw Roth cleave one in half with one blow of his great axe, it was a sight to see and was talked about for many moons after around the camp fire.
Roth had this terrible rage inside him when he fought, he would froth at the month and howl into the air, sometimes when fighting next to him she swore she could see a bear out of the corner of her eye.
So fearsome was Roth no one believed the news that came to the tribe that fateful day that he had fallen to the terrible gnarly hands of a Demon.
But its was true, it was true because HOG himself had brought Roth's body back to the Golden Plains to prepare the rights of the dead.
Sivina the head Shamaness of all the tribes preformed the ritual herself, so revealed was Roth.
She remembered the flames that licked Roths body, burning away all his sins and releasing his soul to the Great Grey Mother Wolf in the Mountain. Forever to run and hunt with the Pack.
Now she was the hunted, pursued by the hunters.
She stopped and placed she hands against a tree, breathing in sharp breaths as tears streamed down her face as she remembered the terrible loss of her brother.
Her feet ached, her stomach was tied up in knots, her lips dry and cracked.
Her head spun as she felt herself losing control, the dark started to creep in.
A horn sounded and she knew the pursuers had found her trail again and again she must run.
She stood up and ran head long into the forest, branches smashed into her face and body as she ran with out a true direction.
Suddenly her foot sunk down into the earth and she fell. It felt like her leg just simplify fell off, its was a very strange feeling.
Then her other foot hit something sharp and cut a 4 inch gash in her ankle, her second foot then hit solid ground and she fell in a heap onto a cold stone floor.
At first she did not hear anything, then slowly as her dulled sensors came back she heard water dripping, then muffled cries from above.
She could not see a thing, just the smell of dampness in the air and the methodical sound of drip, drip, drip.
