Pradai, Curl and Little Ben got back to where they were hiding. It was all about Mountains for Iliya, so it was a good idea to stay around the mountains, but in a better place where they won't be found easily. They had been away for a long time without knowing it, for the mountains were tricky. They didn't go back straight because they were stopping in every corner, talking, eating exhausted and sleeping. Fortunately for Iliya, they had left some good fruits, vegetables and meat, enough to even take her for a few days. By the time they had returned it was already the morning of the next day. Iliya was glad to see Pradai. But Pradai wasn't happy, but still, she tried to smile at the one she loved. Curl and Little Ben went on to hunt and get more fruits, while Pradai went straight to Iliya, sitting next to her. "Iliya I'm sorry we stayed away for long, I don't know, This mountain is really really something else." Pradai said shaking

  As they were running out of that place, they met yet another adversary. A Lynx Lynch showed up and blocked their path way, looking more fierce, eyes filled with contempt and blood. "No way!" Curl said, they didn't believe it, They had almost thought it was only a dream, but right in front of them was a Lynx Lynch, one they have met before. "Run!" They turned around to follow another path but to their astonishment, two able bodied Meivs holding two daggers showed up behind them. They looked fierce as well, and strong, but not as much as the Lynx Lynch. "No. You're not going anywhere" said the Lynx Lynch, with terror in his eyes, but what they didn't understand was why this particular Lynx Lynch came for them, and why did he come without other Lynx Lynchs. There was no way out, and they were sure enough that it wasn't going to be easy to get pass them, and whatever it was, the Lynx Lynch wasn't going to spare thei

  The two Meivs who ran away from Pradai found their way to the Councilors chamber. They ran inside and bowed down to the Councilors, shaking in fear and breathing profusely like wounded bears. Apparently they had been finding it hard to tell anyone of their encounter because it was something they have not seen before, a Lynx Lynch killed just in a matter of minutes. It was something their minds and hearts had to debate because the water being poured into the strong golden cup was breaking the gold itself. "Speak" said the Chief councilor reluctantly, he didn't care about what their faces said, only what their mouth confessed."Another Lynx Lynch has been killed""What!!? Wait another Lynx Lynch? Who did this? Why aren't their reports?! Who did this! Who dares!?is it the Thogwarts? Who?! " Asked the Chief councilor raging in anger, but with sprinkles of doubts and atoms of confusion—the possibility wasn't possible. "The human" 

   "So, the day is finally over?" Little Ben said as he climbed down from tbe tree with a bunch of fruits in his hands. "No, is Just getting started, silly" Curl said with a hiss. Little Ben handed some fruits to Iliya who was sitting down on the ground, enjoying the feels of the grasses, and the cool and soothing wind from the trees. "Boss, aren't we going to eat meat tonight?" "You know where to get them, don't you?""Aish, you do your thing best." "We will manage the remaining meat inside until tomorrow. I just want to rest. Now, we should be going back inside before someone sees us"."Ouch, just a little time mm? I like the fresh air" Iliya pleaded. "I wish but we have stayed here for many hours, we can't risk getting captured. Besides there's enough air inside…" "I know, but the view and everything, you don't get it inside." "That's not a proble

    Iliya instructed them to get some strong log of woods and find bush ropes. And in no time, the two young Meivs had Iliya's request granted. And she single-handedly made herself a supporting pillar on her leg. How she did it, they had no idea of, for it seemed like she had some experience before in doing wonders with woodsticks and bush ropes. They saw that she was crafty, and her craft was indeed mastered.   It only took Iliya a few moments to set up completely, what she needed to be able to walk by herself. It didn't look less like a clutch, nor did it look much like an artificial leg. The woodsticks were placed seperately and single paced, facing each other and the bush ropes were used to tie them together while making a space in the middle– enough to have her legs comforted by it. The ropes also had an intersection which made the final draw, when she had her legs inside the craft with strong confidentiality.