Gravel crunched softly under Brisla’s leather shoes as she walked briskly down the dirt path. She was a traveller and wandered for a living. This road that she was taking now, who knew where it would lead her? But that was the fun of being a traveller. The world was full of endless surprises and you never knew what you were going to encounter next.

Brisla rounded a corner and sped off into the distance. This path was old and worn, but it must have been neglected for a long time. Grass grew scatterly on the sides of the road and rustled barely in the minimal wind. Brisla could feel that this was going to be different adventure. Quite a different type of one. She could feel it in her blood.

And she was right. In fact, she was too right.

The End

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