Yes, it is what you are thinking. Arawa had successfully gotten lost in the forest. Her curiosity had won over her and when she woke up that morning, she saw that she was being preyed on. A wolf scout had spotted her and howled to alert the other. Arawa had to pick up her arrow and bow and started running. It was far away and she knew the working of the mind of these creatures. Without thinking about where she was going, Arawa took to her heels. She could hear the repeated howling behind her and did not stop to look behind her. By the time she discovered that she had lost them, she had successfully missed her way home. How then would she return in time for the celebration? What about her duel? Arawa felt loneliness creep into her very being as she cried out. The river gods had forsaken her. Making up her mind, she decided to pick a path to follow, possibly, she would be guided to the right choice and start back home. There was a seemingly path, that was where she decided to t

It was not easy for her through that forest trying to make her way through that forest in the dark. It was not easy but Arawa knew something, she needed to get back home to the village. It was better to sit home disregarded by her father than get captured by these blood sucking barbarians, she thought. Nothing seemed familiar out here anymore as she continued plunging into whatever path she came across that her hasty mind decided upon. The barbarians were upon her, following her even into the depths. She thought that by now they must have tired of pursuing her but that was not the case, their mind was made up and there would be no mercy whatsoever for her. She just might have pissed off their king or someone of great importance. She could hear them barking out orders to one another as they spread out the search, Arawa continued running not minding the thorns and thistles she brushed through. She was quite sure that she would be made to treat them by her mother. Speaking of h

She had been walking for some time, the shade from the trees was her only comfort at the moment as she was now very thirsty. Her eyes barely stay open and her legs dragging along slowly. If the barbarians were on her trail, they might have gotten to her right now and dealt with her as they deemed fit and necessary. The gods were probably cruel; they were toying with her as a human, a mere weakling. What was all this; they helped her escape, shielded her path, even fed her when she was hungry, now they would leave her to die of thirst?... Arawa could not believe in her wildest dreams that she would die in such a manner. But looking on the bright side of everything, she might have not gotten any better resting place than this. It was really cool and filled with beautiful scenery. She smiled slowly as the thought crossed her mind when suddenly; she felt the ground before her really cold beneath her feet. That was strange; as much as the place was cold; it was just cold, not wet

“Scout ahead!!!! Open the gates!!!! Open them!!! “, a person was saying outside. Adrian quickly rose up and caught sight of his brother trying to struggle up amidst pain. He pitied him and asked that he stay inside while he addressed whatever it was but stubborn as always, Brian was having none of it. Adrian decided to assist him get up. Just as he was about to get up, the scout was ushered in, saving them the stress of having to go out.It was a message from the captain who was leading the chase and he wanted to inform his lord on what happened so far. Adrian could not believe his ears and he lashed out at the scout. How can they, well trained soldiers give the excuse that a mere woman had bested them. This was bad really and he was going to hunt her down himself. Looking at Brian, he concluded on what to do. He was going to take soldiers into that forest and bring her and her people back here in chains. He dismissed the soldier scout as he needed to reason with his brother.

It was not easy really, getting the girl ready as she looked feminine by all ramifications. She pushed her hair into a ponytail and made the puffy clumps of hair warriors bore. The face paint was artistically done with great care and in such a way that no one could recognise the princess. The will of the gods as Kili had stated had to be done. By the time she was done, Orau could have sworn that Arawa did look like a warrior. Next she handed her a basket shield and a sword. It was time. Mark my words, the people of the people needed more men alive than dead, so they had blunt swords for duels and the sorts. This was what Arawa was given at the moment. To decide a winner during the games, warriors were made to duel in a ring, he would was able to push another out of the ring is a winner, he who was able to tactfully put another down on his back was a winner and he who was the able to get another to yield was a winner. See, it was rather a very simple and enjoyable game of wits