How long had it been? Three months? Four maybe? Possible half a year had passed? Time didn't seem constant to the young kunoichi, though she was in and out of consciousness the last two months, and the few weeks prior were not but a blur. The last few days as she traveled with the caravan she felt back to her normal self, though that too was an understatement of her understanding. The journey long, the training harsh. She placed her body under massive amounts of cruelty during her trip, she couldn't come back the same no matter. Mentally and/or physically, she was a very different person. And the time spent on her first trip outside the Earth Country was not to be taken in vane. Though, whom but a little girl would do such.
Sara left the caravan a week ago on a inner town in the Earth Country, and was traveling solo on foot back home. Very little rush was in her step, enjoying the smells and sights of green that she had almost forgotten. That wintery hell lacked much in the form of senses. It could almost be described as maddening to be there, the endless white, the bitter cold, the lack of life, smells, the constantly howling wind. It was a form of torture on the sense, all being lost for the most part. It was truly amazing that she managed to survive it, let alone grow from it. Then returning from such, it could be Harold a miracle that all she suffered from the return was a few months of unconsciousness. The flood of colors, sounds, smells and warm sensations on the skin might have caused most to become overstimulated. From one extreme to another. To come from such. It was no wonder she was taking her time to get back.
The site of the gates in the distance could be seen for miles. She was truly a step away from home. Night was coming, and she would have to camp out along the main road, of course by herself. Murderers, rapists and thieves, not to mention the animal life most certainly patrolled this roadway, looking for the unsuspecting, and ill advised. And for a party with someone so young, to have females, and to top it off, being alone, she was a prime target. A dangerous combination. Though, more so for those that would try anything. Anyone should have been wary of such a sight, for chances are one willing to do such was certainly sporting a dangerous trap. Or wanting to be found to unleash something horrible and ungodly.
Sara was sitting before a small roaring fire, two sticks holding a piece of meat, and a stone with a small pie on it, gathering heat. The smell of the food was intoxicating. She pulled out a small canteen, filled with the over ripened juice of some fruit she never heard of, enjoying the feeling it imparted with each sip. She stared into the fire, watching the glowing embers burn then cool, the fire dancing as the wind blew softly.
Sara left the caravan a week ago on a inner town in the Earth Country, and was traveling solo on foot back home. Very little rush was in her step, enjoying the smells and sights of green that she had almost forgotten. That wintery hell lacked much in the form of senses. It could almost be described as maddening to be there, the endless white, the bitter cold, the lack of life, smells, the constantly howling wind. It was a form of torture on the sense, all being lost for the most part. It was truly amazing that she managed to survive it, let alone grow from it. Then returning from such, it could be Harold a miracle that all she suffered from the return was a few months of unconsciousness. The flood of colors, sounds, smells and warm sensations on the skin might have caused most to become overstimulated. From one extreme to another. To come from such. It was no wonder she was taking her time to get back.
The site of the gates in the distance could be seen for miles. She was truly a step away from home. Night was coming, and she would have to camp out along the main road, of course by herself. Murderers, rapists and thieves, not to mention the animal life most certainly patrolled this roadway, looking for the unsuspecting, and ill advised. And for a party with someone so young, to have females, and to top it off, being alone, she was a prime target. A dangerous combination. Though, more so for those that would try anything. Anyone should have been wary of such a sight, for chances are one willing to do such was certainly sporting a dangerous trap. Or wanting to be found to unleash something horrible and ungodly.
Sara was sitting before a small roaring fire, two sticks holding a piece of meat, and a stone with a small pie on it, gathering heat. The smell of the food was intoxicating. She pulled out a small canteen, filled with the over ripened juice of some fruit she never heard of, enjoying the feeling it imparted with each sip. She stared into the fire, watching the glowing embers burn then cool, the fire dancing as the wind blew softly.
