Eldenhide sat by the pond, absent-mindedly playing with her black hair, pondering what her life long friend(Serene, a female archer) had told her an hour ago. “You can’t stay in Arden(which is in the country of Ahrem). You must hide. Danstead is after you and your family. You will meet your death in the face if you stay here. I will come for you all tonight and show you the way.” Elden sighed deeply. She loved her home, the stately Medieval house, surrounded with rose bushes, oak trees and ivy, the guard tower in back so imposing. The acre upon acre of woods and fields, perfect for a morning ride with her Oldenborg stallion, Geldradian. She would miss it. Her family was rich and had position, yes, but had come by it honestly. She was 15, and had several respectable you men propose to her, though she loved not one. When she comes of age, in 7 years, she shall inherit half of the land, for she is the eldest of 9 children. “Tonight,” she breathed. “We shall be gone from here tonight.”