Disappeared. Gone.

You stand up to your feet, looking about, trying to find Avery. Your eyes rush from side to side looking for the beautiful blonde. You race to the other end of the stream. Your body wet and naked as you meet the tree line of the forest off which you ran from only a day ago. Your nakedness open for the whole forest to see, you stand there for a second then drop to your knees. You feel the loniless all over again. Your body shakes as the breeze hits your cold skin. You lift your head to the sky and yell, releasing your emotions.

"Why!!!" You cry, your deep voice raw.

Dropping your head and arms you murmur some more words into the surrounding silence.

"Why must I suffer this way? Why do you torment me so? I'm losing hope in life. I need a reason to live.......Haylicia Mewana Hayth"

Those last three word that you say was the full name of your god. You used to read the Tome of Hayth religiously before your were captured. You know the language by heart, only because your mother made you.

You remember sitting in a tree in the middle of the wheat fields your mother owned, reading the book in tongues to Avery. Her smile would always make you mess up. She'd laugh then crawl into your lap and read it properly to you. She was the one who taught you how to read it. Your father didn't know how and your mother was always working on the farm or trading with others. So Avery was the only one who was there to teach you. That tree was your favorite spot to go with her. She'd call you her Zariman Cat, because of your skill at climbing. Your upper body strength and grip was well above average, to the point you could carry her up the tree on your back. That was long ago though, you haven't had practice in so long that you are unsure if your hands can remember their former strength.

You sit there on your knees looking at the ground exhausted and cold waiting for something to happen. Your naked body sitting in the snow, you feel fingers pull your chin up to look at the person. Your eyes meet the figure that of which you pleaded for. Breathlessly you call the name...

"Hayth?" your voice expressing of question.

Your eyes begin to focus and you begin to recognizing her features. Greyish ram horns sprouting from the beautiful face of this being. Bright emerald green eyes, that remind you of the wolf back at the cave. Long dark brown hair flowing down to her waist. A beautiful pale body of a goddess, curves that exude perfection in every aspect, from her perfect sized breasts to her long, elegant legs. You blink a few times, making sure you are not dreaming, before speaking once more.

"Haylicia?"