[Arien]

Shivana mounted her horse delicately. She steadied him, while she tied her long hair out of her face. When she had done this she checked that she was all equipped and ready to go. Daggers, food, water……anything else?……No.. She gently pulled the reins of the horse and followed behind the other in a fast gallop. Ekatran was leading them and the rest of the company pursued him obediently from behind. Ranchard was just ahead of her behind Ekatran and the rest behind her apart from that man and his boy, she could not see them any more.

So they were travelling West, if the slaves go too far which Shivana doubted it would be too hard to take the horses over the mountain range. Anyway, she hated to have to ride, she always preferred to run. She could sprit swiftly across the plains and could run for long distances without tiring. It was her deadliest weapon, the slaves would never know what hit them. But she was tied to the horse and if she did not use it she could be put off the hunt as easily as she had been put on. Gladly would others take her place.

They sped on , the wind blew in her face and hair. Her eyes were filled with passion as the glare of the morning sun hit them, she could feel the kill. She could not wait.