Savages | Part One

25. You're reaching For a Hand that's In The Past

2 Weeks Later

The rain gliding down my face was cleaning away the past few weeks of mistakes and advantages that have been made.

The thunder over head made me flinch with each new clap as I was along the road that was now up to my knees in nothing but mud.

The gear that I once had that was gifted to me from Dallas's father was torn or taken from my body.

When a guy sees a young pretty girl alone you don't stand a catch.

And when they see how much you are afraid of life they will take that chance to toss you down on the ground and make an example of you.

Something you never wanna be proud of is taking your blade and sending it through their neck making sure that they never have the chance to do that kinda thing again.

I wiped my hair out of my face wiping mud across my cheek.

I stepped to the side as the farmer walked past me with his donkey and cart.

He glanced back at me as I saw the little village ahead of me.

I glanced back at him as he kept moving east of the little village.

2 weeks of running from the Ragason territory was not easy.

When I was about 2 days away from the camp, I walked up on a few guards that worn the symbol that Loki once had on his sword.

I didn't know that moving far from the Ragason camp meant that Loki would make sure to push me as some deadly girl from the northern tip.

I walked up to the door of the little pub as a few guards were walking out.

I stepped to the side as they were laughing about what the other had said.

I glanced up as the one guard smiled down at me. I smiled back as the blood on my lip cracked back open.

He stopped and watched his friend go over to their horses, "Are you ok?"

His thick Irish accent was nice but he was a guard...they were after me.

I nodded my head back at him.

He grinned back at me as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, "Listen get something to eat and then find a place to stay. You don't need to be out here alone."

I took the money from him, "Thank you."

He smiled at me as his friend called over to him.

I went into the pub to see some farmers toward the back and a few young boys playing some cards.

I pushed my hood back as the guy behind the bar was glaring at me.

"Do you have any food?"

"We have just your typical farmer's meal."

I nodded at him, "Can I have one please?"

"Girl, you need to go back to wherever you came from and get your trouble away from here."

"Listen, I'm not in trouble, I am just traveling north and came into the storm. My horse went off with all of my things." I said back to him.