It had been three days. Three days since I left. My camp and mother. I just... I don't know. We had decided to settle down at the base of a mountain. I can't stay in one place. So I left, I knew I was killing my mother but at the same time was so proud. I felt guilty since my father died mom hasn't been the same so she's alone.
Now i just felt... free. I was with my horse knight. She has always loved me.
I was a person who can't stay still, loves to see people smile and will do anything to make that happen, I was determined and was very observent.
Which is very helpful considering I was attackedthe night before by some werewolves. I came out with a slash across my stomach and arm. I was lucky it wasn't worse. Luckily the wolf found a bigger and easier prey.
Sometimes I think I'm to lucky.
I stopped under the cool shade of a nearby tree.
I heard footsteps. I grabbed my sword prepared to fight if i needed. I learned never to underestimate people.
