Wanderers Of Old

875 A.D

A FEW MONTHS AFTER THE DESTRUCTION OF AMANIA

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Hannah was at the bank of a clean river filling her pouch up with some water. She was dressed in tight black leather and was wearing her dark hair in a braid. After filling the pouch with water, she strapped it to her belt and began walking away so she could head back to the campsite. After moving a few yards, Hannah heard a scream come from the other side of the valley. It was a scream for help and it sounded like a woman.

On the other side not too far away from where Hannah was, two young women were running away from three pursuers, screaming for help and trying to get away from them. They reached the edge of the river and there was nowhere else to go so they stopped. Their pursuers caught up to them and surrounded them from all sides, taunting them and laughing as they did.

“What do you want from us?” The older of the young women asked.

She was likely in her late teens, at around seventeen years old and was standing in fron