Sword.

Suddenly Ashley woke up, naked, her face covered with phlegm and cum. Sitting up on the hard, cold, stone floor, she glanced around in horror at the bodies surrounding her. Laying on his side, the man who had choked her out with his thick cock, lay dead. The man's dead eyes stared lifelessly into hers. The three men were slain by a bloody hunting knife, that had been discarded near the bodies. The girl they had been using had fled. It was likely her who had taken advantage of them while they were **** or distracted.

Feeling a tickle of power in the palm of her hand, Ash felt power welling up inside her. Following the thread, she pulled on it, and summoned a long slender blade into her hand. The sword had a sharp steel blade, with red runes she didn't recognize running up the length of both sides. The hilt was blood red like her hair, with a gold cross guard, that curved upward slightly on each end. The sword was far more valuable then anything she had ever owned. The sword felt apart of her, like it was an extension of her soul.

Opening her hand gently she watched as the sword vanished, going back to where ever it had come from. It felt like that place was deep inside of her, though that seemed a strange thought.

Turning her attention to the bodies, she began stripping their pants and boots. Putting on one of their breeches, she used one of the black leather belts to keep it in place, though it was incredibly baggy on her. Next she placed the smallest set of boots she could find on her feet. They were still two big, so she cleaned off the knife and cut apart the legs of another set of pants and tied them around the calf to help stabilize them. Taking the last set of pants she cut one of the legs off and wrapped it around her large tits, tying it behind her. The leg wasn't big enough to conceal all of her flesh, so a vast amount of cleavage, and bottom boob was exposed.

Dressed and ready to go she followed the tunnel into a twisting maze. Careful to try to make sure she was always heading upward, she trekked through the confusing tunnels beginning to wonder if she might have become lost. Out of the blue the world began to shake, and she panicked, running full tilt up the tunnel. Rocks began to fall all around her and suddenly the ground before her sundered, leaving a large crevasse. Not slowing down the young half-elf leapt with all her might, barely landing on the other side, before continuing her mad dash.

Dashing up the tunnel she could see a light near the end, a signal of sanctuary from the impending doom that surrounded her. As she kept running she saw a shadow step into the light near the mouth of the tunnel, barring her path.

“Found you.” A masked bandit grinned pulling out a hunting knife.

Ash ran full bore toward the man, with no intention of slowing down. “This place is collapsing, we got to get out!” She screamed at the lunatic.

“Maybe, we can discuss that in the after world.” The man giggled madly.

Summoning her sword she swung blindly, but her sword struck true, slashing the man's throat. The dirty bandit gurgled his last breath, and fell away as the world continued to fall around her.

Suddenly Ash burst into the blinding light, just as the cave behind her imploded, burying the maze she had barely escaped. Doubled over, trying to find her breath, her heart was pounding a mile a minute.

The howling wind brought her back to the moment, as a fresh sheet of rain hit her. The storm seem to still be raging all around the land mass they had landed on. Looking out over the bluff, Ash was surprised to see a lifeboat washed up on shore.

Pulling herself up the young half-elf began making her way down the treacherous trail, heading toward the boat. Before long she realized the storm was too strong, and that she needed to seek shelter for the night. Finding an overhanging ledge ripped into the mountain side, she slipped beneath it. Finding some branches that weren't wet, she made a small fire using an elven trick her mother had taught her. Sitting next the flame trying to get warm, Ashley watched the storm bluster just a few feet away from her.

Drifting off to sleep, the young woman was troubled by nightmares of the disastrous trip she had embarked on. Waking with a start, the young woman saw that day light had ripped the clouds apart, and the storm had passed. Ashley was hungry, and was hoping she would find food at the raft down below.

Making her way down the trail, much less dangerous now that high winds, and rains had relented for the moment, she came across a stream. Stopping long enough to get a good healthy drink, she then continued on her way. Less then hour from starting out from her camp, she finally reached the beach, and found Doctor White leaning against the raft.

Doctor White was an archaeologist hired by her brother to help with the various myths, and superstitions surround the infamous circle. The busty blond was dressed white pants, and a pink t shirt. Her hair was in a pony tail, and her glasses had a thin steel rim. The woman looked pale, and was obviously suffering from a fever.

“Dr. White!” Ash yelped in joy, seeing someone she knew from the boat. “Are you okay? Where are the others?"

The blond opened her eyes, her brow covered in sweat. “Ashley?” The woman groaned softly, obviously delirious.

The woman was worse off then she had thought. Ashley didn't have any way of helping her, she didn't know how to cure a fever. This wasn't her expertise. Then again she wasn't sure she had one.