Anya
I’m the chief’s daughter
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As you wonder the deep forest, your fatigue gets the best of you. Honey Blacks out
As your eyes peel open slightly, you see the sky from the tree line as light breaks through the pattern of leaves and foliage.
Still not fully conscious, you can feel yourself being lifted and carried away, for brief moments you hear voices
Tribesmen 1:
We shouldn’t bring an outsider to the village Dama Anya.Tribesmen 2:
The chief will be unpleased by this decisionAs your head shift towards the right, uncontrollably by the movement of being carried. You see the silhouette of a woman Anya :
Let me worry about my father, Besides…. This stranger looks harmle….you pass out again before she can finish her sentence You come to, slightly opening your eyes, you feel the heat from the fire mere feet away from you. You look around before your eyes land on a women sitting within the hut with you Anya :
You have finally come to. I must say we don’t see much of your kind here.she leans in to examine you, turning your face by your chin Anya :
Don’t try anything… I could slit your throat before you can even make a move…She releases your chin Anya :
Tell me Strange…What is it that your people call you?