Saren cursed her bad luck. 

     This territory was unfamiliar, and because this land was foreign to her, she obviously took a wrong turn somewhere along the path. Saren debated about turning around and following her step back to where she thought she might have taken a wrong turn, but with the sun beginning to set, it seemed like a better bet to keep moving forward.

     Staying close to the river, Saren kept an eye for any sign of people or a village. She figured she was bound to run into someone if she stayed close to a source of water. After riding aimlessly for what felt like hours, Saren finally came upon something that looked like a sign of civilization.

     And, as her luck would have it, there was a man crouched by the water.

                   “----Don’t attack---” The words fell from his lips before he could process what they even meant----TOO MANY years spent standing at the head of an entire military had brought fourth the reaction. He stood before the stranger that he had practically stumbled into, careful eyes never leaving those that stared back at him. It wasn’t OFTEN his pursuits through the woods turned to where he would find a stranger standing before him, but LIFE was ever challenging him. 

A huff leaves her, as the man questions her story. This was exactly why she didn’t want to bother wasting their time with it. However, the man was adamant about hearing it. So much so that he wouldn’t escort her anywhere if she didn’t tell. Ellie might as well lied, he probably would’ve believed it more than she did. So now the teen was becoming agitated at the other. At least Joel and Tess decided that if it was real, it was best to hand her off to whoever was escorting her to the Fireflies. 

Turns out it was this guy who wanted his information. Unfortunately, she had to give it to him. But she didn’t have to take the rest of the bullshit that came with it.  Ellie leaned forward, just slightly to make her point clearer. “It’s not my fault you don’t believe me. And I don’t care if you do. Marlene does. And that’s all that matters.” 

               “Onkwehonwè:ne…” Ashtoreth repeated slowly, the word feeling awkward in her mouth. A moment after her release, she carefully approached the edge of the cliff, bringing her hands close to her chest as she took in the scene. This place truly was beautiful, so different from the place of her birth— if not the exact opposite. While Sumer had its fair share of greenery around the fertile land on the riverbanks, its mountains here dry and did not hold the foliage that she witnessed now with the soaring trees.

               While she was very much enamored by this land, a yearning for Uruk crept into her heart. It would take some time before she could truly call the village her home instead of the bustling desert city she spent all her life in. Ashtoreth tore her gaze away from the horizon and towards her new husband, surprised to see his soft expression, but it filled her with warmth nonetheless, momentarily replacing her homesickness. “I do like it, its peaceful.”

COMFORTING EDITION {SENTENCE STARTERS} | NOT ACCEPTING

When Aya had opened her eyes, she had felt completely LOST. She remembered traveling on her ship with her men; she remembered the storm, but after that, there was nothing. She had probably fallen unconscious, and that young man had probably helped her. She sighed. Had the others survived ? She would have to find her ship, too. Maybe it would need some reparations, but it was the best way to find what had happened to her men.

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