Never Surrender

17

We had been with the elves for a week and I was still uncomfortable. Geralt could sense my restlessness I wanted nothing more than to be on the road. He would have to remind me why we were here, to respect these people as they could just undo what they did to heal me. He had forbidden me to shift into my wolf form, he wasn't going to risk me losing control. While all the elves and Geralt sat around the fire I did what I could to get my leg working properly again. I knew Geralt was watching me, but I ignored it. When the moon was at its highest in the sky was when I decided to sneak off, while Geralt was occupied I had taken my things and my horse to a rock near the edge of their camp. I grabbed them and left him there with the elves.

I had to escape, I was going to crazy just sitting there doing nothing, I had to get out I had to get away. It wasn't long till we reached the main road. It was eerie in the dark and I had to keep my wits about me, my sword laid on the saddle in front of me. I nudged my horse faster, we were sped across the road kicking up dust as we went. However as we travelled across the wooded path we came to a stand still by a barricade of mercenaries, their horses blocked the path. "Halt!" One called. I pulled the reins and my steed skidded to a stop.

"Who dare passes here?" Another called.

"Please sir," I said sweetly. "My fathers farm is up there on the hill I must get to him he is awfully sick."

"That can't be true that farm is has been abandoned for many years," he answered.

"What? No that's not right!" I exclaimed.

"I'm afraid it is, so who are you?" He demanded. I flashed my eyes turning them yellow for just a second. They all gasped. "Let her pass!" They all moved out of the way and I galloped through continuing on my way, the nearest town far away but now with the sun finally rose I could see where I was riding. We were still deep in the heart of the woods. My mount and I both yawned. "Good idea!" I said steering my horse towards the sound of running water. We reached a lake with a great waterfall, I dismounted and whined as I landed on my leg. I limped towards the water whimpering as I did, I could barely kneel but I managed to cup some water in my hands, rubbed it over my face and the back of my neck. 

My horse watched me intently. I took his tack off and within seconds he was splashing around in the water. I watched from the bank, fatigue took me and I fell back onto the bank. The hand of sleep now deep inside my being.