You yawn, waking up, rubbing your eyes. How much sleep did you get? Two, maybe three hours at the most? You hated them, those nightmares that assaulted you almost every night; a night with no dreams was one of the most blissful things in life... but anyway, what were the nightmares about? You cracked your head every morning, trying to remember, nut nothing came to mind, you just wake up your heart pounding, sweating, sometimes screaming... Normal people don't fear about sleeping, but to you, it's torture.
Opening the window you look outside; a gray sky awaited, probably a storm, usual in that region; you just can't remember the last time you had a sunny day; not that you miss them, gray skies are at the very least calming. Your stomach began protesting and you remembered you haven't eaten since midday of yesterday, so you head to the kitchen. That was one of the days you wished you had parents... or siblings... or anything... at least someone to cook for you since you were so tired. No family, no nothing, the closest thing to that had been an old man, but even your memories of him were poor. He took care of you since you can remember; his name was a real mystery, he never told you, all he asked was to call him dad, even though he told you himself he wasn't your real father. When yous asked him about how you ended with him he just changed the subject so anything about your real family was in darkness. He raised you, and even though it wasn't the usual for a girl he taught you to hunt, to fight with a sword, to aim perfectly with a bow; in that matters he was very strict and you developed quite awesome abilities for your young age. He just vanished one day; when you woke up he wasn't there anymore. You were 11 at that time, too young but still you had to care for yourself. Maybe that was why you didn't relate to much of the kids of the village, you had to grow up alone and fast, they just had to play.
Distractedly you took an apple, no motivation for cooking, and sat absently in a wooden chair. That's when your eyes caught a glimpse of a letter that had been passed under your door. That was odd to say the least; you knew the villagers, but none of them could be called your friends and surely none of them would send you a letter, unless they were going to complain about something, but since they barely saw you, you just couldn't get what could be inside.
There was only a single line written: Meet me at Kahil's Peak when the sun sets.
You turn the sheet, looking for something else, like a signature, but that was it. Many thoughts filled your mind: who sent this? was this some kind of joke? But who would play a joke on someone you don't ever see? What if they had the wrong address and someone else is waiting for this? What could be waiting At Kahil's Peak?
It was a long journey to the meeting point, so if you meant to go you had to leave now...
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