Run. Were her only thoughts as she swiftly made her way through the thick forest underbrush and steep paths. Swatting away an annoying mosquito as she tripped over the outstretched tree root blocking her way. Making it difficult to get out.

The steady beat of war drums made her feet fly faster as they trotted the jungle earth. They were after her and would not stop she knew until they drew blood. Her blood, the very substance that kept her heart pumping. What made it possible for her to live. Escape for the very freedom she longed for. But would most likely cost her life.

The close by sound of tribal yelling caught her off guard as she flinched. Dogging an arrow as she went beneath the underbrush. Breathing heavily as she lay low. The hunting group paused as their leader gave orders. Eyes scanning for the runaway as they regrouped.

She watched them as they looked, glad they did not notice her presence. For she'd be sent back. Back to the life of a slave and drudgery and she didn't want that. They had killed her mother, giving pain to her father as they made him watch. Made them all watch, as if it were some fun, cruel game. But soon, soon she would make a them pay.

They left, searching elsewhere, unknowingly leaving behind their bain. The young woman disappeared . Scarred , but with the makings of a warrior that would destroy them all.