Journal of a Bounty Huntress
Entry 6
I decided to walk towards home, until I couldn't bare to walk any longer. Many miles went by within several hours. A city soon peeked above the horizon, and I lengthened my course around it. The night came, and the dreams. In the morning, I kept walking, until I saw the mountains. I was here, at the boundries of Mullen Airies. The mountains looked large as I came upon them, but I knew that they were only giant cliffs and spears of rock, they did not last but several meters if you walked between their many paths. I took the closes path between the giant rocks, the path to the swamps. My childhood home, my beloved swamps, how I longed to see them. It was dark in the pathway, there wasn't much I could see, but the path was familiar to me and I needed only to feel it's cold wall to know where I was within it.
I soon saw a light and I knew that I was almost through. On the other side would be a large meadow, just before the swamps. Her eyes had to adjust themselves as she peeked into the brightness of the day. As her eyes adjusted she saw that the once beautiful meadow, was now an ashen land, burnt and bare. Tears began to form in her eyes as she remembered the beauty it once had. She broke into a run, 'Had her beloved swamps fallen to the same fate?' She had to find out. She had to know if the graves that she had carved for her kin were still standing. She had kept their houses, she felt their spirits still inside of them, as if they had never left. 'Had they been burnt also, what had become of her home?'