I sat quietly watching the guy in front of me after I had assured myself there were no one nearby. Did he ignore me on purpose? I sure were not used to being left or forgotten. But I did understand a lot must of happen to him, just as they had happened to me so very quickly, without any warning. Were we at war? How could I not know that if that were the case? Thinking of what the people at the court usually talked about, I cant say I recall any such thing, so what was it then?

Pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping the long shirt around my legs, I thought of where to head now. To be honest, I wasn't even sure where I were at the moment and I had tried to keep an eye out as much as I could along the way.

"Hello?" I called out, I lifted a hand out from the warmth of my own body, waving back and forth. "Are you still there? As I did so, I noticed the red marks on my arm and held in a groan, hoping the rough treatment back at the camp would not leave any permanent marks. What would my father say to that? I sighed loudly.