[Actually I wrote them to be performed in some RP some day, but seeing as I don't have the time anymore to play and the game crashing every two steps my char does, I doubt that it'll happen any time soon. So I decided to post those I already wrote for you to read.]

You all gathered here again today,
come closer, come closer, there is no need to be shy.
Young and old, child and adult, come sit with me,
the stories I tell are always for free.

Knowledgeable or not, do not be ashamed,
this is a place, where knowledge can be gained.
Did everyone find a place to sit?
Maybe you over there could move for the last a bit?

Good, now that all are seated we can begin,
with a story that will raise the hair on your skin.

It is not a tale I did make up,
it is a story I was told by a cub.
He was called Raal'issa, the brave,
that was the name to me he gave.

Raal, as I will call him for now,
a piece of wood on a necklace he did show.
'This amulet did protect me in that place,
it had been given to me when I had been even younger in age.'

I looked at it, but I could not tell,
if it was magical or if the protection was a tale.
Still I did not speak my suspicion,
as charms are part of our tradition.

They do help those who they belong,
as their presence can make a weak heart strong.
Raal told me, later he had to make amends,
and the reason for it was a test of courage with his friends.

It was a stupid idea, he now knows,
when the idea of entering the forest he arose.
'You know the forest,' Raal told me with fear,
'the closest one, the one where cubs disappear.'

Yes, I know the forest he speaks of well,
it is the one said, that spirits and demons there dwell.
The ones living there, alive or not,
catch and eat cubs, then leave their bones to rot.

'The older ones always say,
those who go the farthest', Raal told in secret,
'are the ones to slay the biggest prey
when the ritual of blooding is completed.'

Who of you would not wish the same?
Just think of the honor and fame you could gain.
Still it was childish to ignore the threat,
but remember, you did the same if it was for a bet.

Raal went farther than the rest,
as he really did want to win the test.
When he turned around to confirm his win,
the grin on his face was getting thin.

Realizing that he was alone,
Raal's fur raised, when he could hear the forest moan.
Suddenly he remembered the stories he was told,
through the fur he could feel the forests everlasting cold.

Moaning again, from over there!
Rustling of the leaves, an animal, a demon or the air?
Run! Can you not hear that laughter?
Something is there, but what chases it after?

Sudden silence, but this is even worse,
on this forest is really lasting a curse.
Sound of flapping wings,
why even flying ones of all things?

Footsteps, between trunks a shade,
was there anything to use as blade?
Hurry now, hurry up,
they will eat you little cub.

Eyes in the shadow over there,
staring without blinking, a yellow pair.
They vanished, now they are gone,
where will they look next from?

Run! Run and stay alive,
until at the village you arrive.
Wishing that everyone was here,
then he would not feel this fear.

This is the danger you forgot,
run with everything you got.
Watch your step! Can you not see?
The hole between the roots of the tree?

Looking behind, it was too late,
while falling, he could see his fate:
Creatures big and dangerous,
faces of horror, from stories famous.

Fangs thicker than his arms are long,
not fitting into the mouth they belong.
Approaching, too quick for him to escape,
clearer and clearer got the shape.

Shutting his eyes, not wanting to see,
the faces of horror, which his end would be.
Tearing at him, ripped him apart,
left was anything but art.

His blood the ground soaking red,
that was the end Raal met.

I asked him if this really was the truth,
Raal answered, he would not lie, despite his youth.
He said, 'It had been like I say,
I came here to tell, so someone for me would pray.'

I was confused, I did not know what to do,
when other children joined asking 'Who are you talking to?'
Speechless I turned around,
Raal was nowhere to be found.

The necklace I was holding still,
and through my body ran a chill.
Dark colored, looking close,
stains of bloods it shows.

“Miss Telena. A courier brought a letter for you.”

The diaboli who just arrived at the cloths shop raises an eyebrow at the greeting of the Ynnwn. A small Akkaio cub runs towards her. “Momo!”

She smiles at the cub, picks him up and places a kiss on his head. “Hello Sweetheart.” She looks back to the Ynnwn. “A letter?”

“Momo”, the voice of the cub takes her attention again. “Play?”

“Later, sweetheart.”

The cub keeps staring at her. “Play?” He inquiries again.

She sighs and gives in, knowing there won’t be a quiet moment if she refuses. “Alright.” She puts him back to the ground. “Go, get some toy.”

She watches him running back to the wagon to get some toy, then she shakes her head and looks back to the Ynnwn. “Which letter, Nekorr?”

The Ynnwn quietly extends his hand and shows a letter to her: It was sealed, but drawn on it in red color was a quill and two dices.

Telena looks surprised for a moment, then chuckles softly amused before taking the letter out of Nekorr’s hand.
“It is that time already?”

The Ynnwn nods quietly.

“You don’t look too pleased about it, Nekorr.” While speaking she breaks the seal of the letter and opens it.

“You will be gone for a while again, Miss Telena. We don’t have as much profit when you are gone.”

“Oh, come on...” She says and gets stopped from reading by the returning cub.

“Momo!” She looks to the child who returned with an arm full of toys, somehow able to balance them all on his small arms.

“Did you bring every toy you could find, Ssanyu? Oh well. Give me a second until I finished reading this letter, sweetheart.”

Miss Telena,

finally it is time again. This time for sure, I will be the one to win. Better prepare yourself!

The rules are the same as always:

1. All riddles are placed within one city and the city does not to be left to solve one.
2. If you solve all riddles in the decided time, you will be the winner. If you can’t, you will lose.
3. The game will last one month, starting from the [12.4.2013].
4. You lose, if you destroy or vandalize anything in the city in order to solve the riddles.
5. The first point to start will be the most frequented tavern in the city.

Start your search in this city:

A different name it once did bear,
but if you don’t know, do not fear:
A little help I will give,
a part of your life there you did live.
I know, many cities this could be,
but this one was special as I see:
You did not sell many cloths,
in the city once called Tiroth.

I am sure I will win this time.

Sincerely,
Anuj Lungere

[Any similarity of the name “Anuj Lungere” to an actual char is not intended, so there is no relation to any played char.

For this event setting knowledge will come at hand. Maybe reading through the race page on planeshift.it beforehand would be a good idea.
Knowledge about Hydlaa itself is helpful as well, but not necessary.

Everyone is welcome, old players as well as new players. There are riddles which can be solved even without any setting knowledge. And beside there might be something to learn about settings or Hydlaa locations through it. If not, I hope you all at least have fun.

There will be 3 events in all at different times and dates and each event will have different riddles.

The books of the event with the riddles will be left around the city afterwards, so if you don’t attend it, you can make  small event with your friends or just try to solve it yourself later. The starting place will be at Kada-El’s.

If you have any questions, you can ask either me (Jilata or Oele), or Sen (Haraun).]

[ Dates: ]
1. Part: Friday, 12.4.2013 at 20:00 GMT +2
2. Part: Saturday, 13.4.2013 at 20:00 GMT +2
3. Part: Saturday, 20.4.2013 at 24:00 GMT + 2 (it is the same as 21.4.2013 0:00 GMT +2)

Really, I am starting to wonder where all the RPers went off to. I hardly find anyone RPing and when I ask for someone to RP with me via gossip, I don't even get any answer the most times.
Now I am wondering if it is only my problem or generally one.

Is it because I mainly play Oele, even though I know that she might not be the easiest to RP with?
Is it because I am not in the same guild as other, meaning that there is mainly RP inside of a guild?
Is it due to the bad times I log? Which times should I log to get RP?
Or anything else?

I really don't know anymore what to do anymore and wanted to ask what I could change before I get fed up with the game again and vanish for some time.

I never got any answer who would like to join the RP fighting tournament as well. What am I doing wrong?

Thanks,
Jilata

[Spoileralarm for those who don't know Oele well enough ]

The death realm was mysterious. No one knew how big it was. Unwelcoming and cold were the words most fitting to describe that realm. Though there were still a few people who lived there and built settlements. Like in this area.

There were a few islands, different of size floating in the air. Something that only could be possible in the Death Realm, as the physics of the normal world couldn't be applied there. Partly they were connected by ways, maybe naturally build or maybe made by Dakkru. Those scholars who try to find out how they came to be, were not successful. So they were just one more mystery of the world.
Those islands which weren't directly connected through a natural way, had hanging bridges built between them. Being made a long time ago, they looked their age. The constantly returning storm and rain, had left its signs on the wood and ropes. Because of that, the people wouldn't trust those hanging bridges anymore and made detours, just to be on the safe side. Who could resent them for that? Slippery wood swinging violently in a storm wasn't safe. So no person with their right mind would go over them anymore.
Standing on a small island in the center of that area was a statue of Dakkru. Big, easily the double size of a grown Ynnwn, she stood there, demanding respect. And there was no one who passed by and didn't at least pray shortly to her. Even though the statue was old, the stone it was build off didn't show any sign of weathering. No one knew if the village was build around the statue or if one of the early villagers build it.
There were something else off in that settlement and that were the houses. Usually a house would have edges and a roof, flat or triangular with an edge pointing upwards. Those houses showed nothing like that. They were round, either having only a ground floor or having a first floor as well. The shape reminded of two balls being balanced on each other with a wide neck where the balls connect to stabilize them. The neck was thinner than the balls, letting the house have a curved shape.
Those balls weren't exactly round, but flattened a bit, as if someone pressed on top of them to make them less high and wider. The roof had a pointy end, though the top was made of the same materials as the walls which doesn't make it really roof like looking.
The windows were a rounded triangular, as well as the doors, which were partly decorated with teeth, bones or skulls.

In this unwelcoming area lived a Ylian child in the ruins which were left on top of one island. That girl wasn't the only one living there, but she was the most uncommon. Things like the shape of the houses couldn't catch her attention, since she was blind.
She was taught which island was connected with which, so if she ever had to run an errand on another island, she still would know where to go to. She only had to follow what she learned.
Of course she didn't use the hanging bridges. Her friend, purposely didn't tell her about them. She knew that there existed something since she could hear the creaking sounds of them, especially at nights when the wind threw them around. But she never tried and went on one.
Even though she couldn't see, she still stopped every time she passed the statue. She laid her head into her neck and raised her small hands towards the statue, just to quickly pull them back once they touched the cold stone. Those who saw her, thought that she was praying like everyone else.
Lacking education she didn't knew anything about gods, thus wasn't praying to Dakkru. Her friend had thought that other things were more important to teach her, knowing that she would find out about them sooner or later anyway. She stopped, because she could feel a hint of the almighty power of the god being emitted from it, because she was more sensitive in other areas to replace the eyesight she didn't have.

Once upon a time there were two children. Leora and Leoran. They were twins. Born on the same day, growing up with each other, they had never spend one day without the other. They never fought because of something their whole life, until one day.
That day Leora found a stone in the river they played in. It was a beautiful stone. Green, shiny unlike every stone they had seen before.
When Leoran saw the stone, he wanted to have it. Usually the twins shared everything they owned. They managed to split everything equally. But this time, for the first time in their life, they got into a fight over one little stone.
During the fight, Leoran, who was a stronger than his sister, took the stone by force and hid it. Leora was sad since she couldn't find the stone and prayed to every god she knew and didn't knew, asking them to tell her where it was hidden.
And a whisper answered her prayers. It offered her a deal: "I can tell you where you can find your stone. But it has a small price. I want you to do something for me." Leora agreed and so the whisper told her. "Hang an flower upside down from the tree in your garden. That is all I wish."
And so Leora did what she was told without giving it much thought. And really: After she hang a flower upside down from the tree in her garden, the whisper told her where to look for her stone. And she found it and was happy to have it back. She spend a long time, enjoying the sight of it, then hid it under the clothes and returned home.
When she saw the house, it was surrounded by high flames. Shocked she ran to it, only to find her parents and her brother dead. Softly returned the whisper in her head. "And that my dear child, is the price. Now you are mine!"
She never was able to see her family again.

[Hm... I noticed I gave it the same topic as Dannae on PSDE. Anyway... this is the product of a day with the server down
I based it on the log of my first day when I played Jilata. Her background and personality was at that point still not fixed. I changed a bit of what I originally planned when I started. It was easier for me that way. Well... I am glad I did. I like Jilata how she is...
I hope you enjoy it.]

A city. It didn't look like this one would be different than the other ones she had visited during her travels. It had walls, towers and gates like every other city. The gate was open, as if it wanted to welcome possible visitors. That was nothing new either; most cities had their gate open during the times they weren't attacked.
The Akkaio fenki stopped to examine it, tilting her head. Maybe this city was different. It was somehow more charming than the others she had visited... Even though the cold, worked stone never had a big attraction for her.
She tried to ignore her growling stomach as she brushed some of the dust from her worn clothes. Life hadn't been easy for her lately. She wasn't able to find work. In fact... it had been a while since she last had some.

So she tried hunting. It didn't last long: she was never successful at it. She couldn't get a single prey. It's not like she didn't have any skill in it... She did hunt before... Just never outside of a city.
She had seen traces of animals too. The woods she just passed through had more than enough of those... But it didn't matter how hard she tried, she never caught a forest arangma.
She sighed and continued to walk towards the city. As the walls grew bigger, she began to feel smaller than she already was. She raised her head and stared at them, challenging. The city wouldn't defeat her. It didn't matter how intimidating it was.
She passed through the shadow of a big tower and trough the gate into the city. She had already seen it from the outside, that huge tower. It was made of iron and really high, as if it wanted to reach the clouds.
Maybe the person who had it built wanted to be free, like she wanted to. Free of all those things that bind one to the ground. Free of the heavy reality.

“Don't forget to... obey the... something. What was it again?”
She flinched and turned to the guard who spoke. He examined her worn appearance warily. “Oh yes, the law. In Hydlaa! Well, and I suppose anywhere else.”
She smiled friendly. “Do you know where I could get something to work?”
The guard waved with his hand in her direction. “Leave this place! I don't have a work for the likes you.”
She hesitated, hoping he would make an exception. “I just wanted..." But he placed his hand on his sword hilt. “Don't stop me from doing my work!”
She ran away into the city. As she passed the tower, she stopped a moment, to admire its height again. When you stand next to it, it looks even higher than it did from far away. How much would she prefer to be free up there! She shook her head and continued to follow the street.
There was no sense in wishing something she couldn't reach yet. Not yet. But she was sure that she would find a way to get up there. A way to be free.
When you take one step after another on a ladder, you will reach the top. Her mother used to say that.
So first she needed work. She followed the stairs into the city. As she walked down the path, she saw the citizens, busy with talking to each other. She shook her head wondering about them. Didn't they have work to do? She kept on her way without stopping, following the stairs down.
As she finished coming down the last stairs, she could see a plaza with a hooded statue. On her right side were some more stairs leading upstairs. She stopped, a bit irritated.
Usually chances aren't bad when you try to find some work at a plaza. The people who need it and the people who offer it tend to hang around such places. Crowded places.
She glanced at the stairs. Her instinct told her to climb those stairs, even though the plaza was right in front of her. She stood for a moment there, silently deciding what she should do. Would she follow her instinct or her reasonable thoughts? After a while she just shrugged and followed her instinct.
It didn't matter if she went there first. After all, she knew where she would find the plaza now.

She smiled to herself as she noticed what she found: a tavern! It seemed like her instinct was still right.
She hurried towards the building. Just before she entered a guard to her left shouted something about keeping weapons sheathed while in Hydlaa.
She grimaced. If she had a weapon, she would have been able to find some work or another by this time. But as it was, her only weapons were her claws.
She entered the tavern and looked around. The only person in the room was a female Dermorian. She moved gracefully and on light feet through the room, as she cleaned a few tables. While doing so she sang a strange melody to herself. Jilata's ears twitched at the sound of it. Weirdly it wasn't unpleasant. She stood in the door and watched the woman as she reached for a few empty mugs and carried them to the bar. Jilata stepped towards the woman, calmly smiling.
The Dermorian turned around to get some more mugs and flinched slightly at the sight of her. Her surprised look changed to a warm smile. “Excuse me. I hadn't noticed you.” She cleaned her hands on a towel. “Welcome to Kada-El's. What can I get you?”
Jilata tilted her head a bit, surprised by that reaction. “Nothing. I...” She smiled slightly amused and pointed to her worn clothes. “I am looking for work. Can I get some here?”
The woman shook her head. “Maybe later, right now I don't need anything.”
The fenki sighed and glanced around the bar. Everywhere it was the same. People judged her on her appearance, on the worn down clothes. They would never give her a chance to prove herself.
She would have gotten better looking clothes... But for that she needed tria, which she didn't own. She could try to steal some, but she hadn't gotten that low yet. She still wasn't desperate enough for something like thievery.
She grimaced. It seemed that her instinct had fooled her this time. The only person in the room didn't have work for her.

“I love free booze.” Jilata abruptly turned around and stared at the Diaboli. Slightly amused, she examined his outer appearance. It was totally different than hers. He was like every one of his race: good looking. That was supported by his tasteful clothes: Clean and fitting, showing his well built body.
He smiled kindly. Too kindly. “Hello, Miss.” Jilata ended her examination. “Hello.” She leaned against the bar, waiting to see what would happen next. The Dermorian had already continued to clean up, without caring about both of them at all.
“Are you new around Hydlaa?” His voice was pleasant to listen to. Telena had a similar pleasant voice as well... To be exact every Diaboli she had met on her travels had that trait. Some sounded, to her, more pleasant than others, but all of them were a pleasure to listen to. She blinked to get back to the present and nodded. “I am.”
“Found a way to bring tria to your pocket yet?” What was he up to? Was it possible that he had some work for her? Doubtful, when she looked like that... and he like the exact opposite. She fixed her green and yellow eyes on him and shook her head. “No. Unfortunately not.”
“Unfortunately?” He smiled. “Maybe not. Say, what are you good at?”
She watched him, interested. Maybe he did have work for her.
“I happen to speak for an enterprise, looking for fresh blood.” He chuckled and added: “Indeed”
The Diaboli somehow made her wary, though the possibility of work made her stay. Her stomach had a fierce wish. And it was time to get some new clothes too. She wasn't in a position to be picky with work, without a single tria in her pocket.
“Maybe nothing?” She said, grinning, after some thought. “Somehow staying alive is what I am good at. But I can't do much more.”
He seemed to be slightly surprised and thought a bit about what he heard. “There is not much to do. You can be a merchant, a laborer or a hunter.”
A smile showed on her face. “I would prefer to be a hunter. But it is quite difficult without equipment.” She pointed slightly amused to her clothes, showing she didn't own anything besides what she was wearing.
“Indeed. Well... I could help you.” The diaboli said.
Jilata examined him again. “Really? How?”
He smiled. “My masters keep my purse filled. Maybe they could keep yours...” He stopped a moment before he continued to speak. “You have to work for the enterprises though.”
So there was a condition for it. She had expected nothing else. You can't get anything in this world without earning it. “What kind of enterprises are you working for?”
“We call it the Bronze Enterprise. It's about trading... yes.” He nodded as if he wanted to confirm his words. He continued. “We need hunters to get us some skins. Actually we need all sorts of members right now.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So you are a trader?” It would fit. Some traders do like to be eye catching. Telena had been one of those. It always felt like it took forever till she was ready to enter a city.
He grinned and shook his head. “I am the business preacher. I advertise, recruit and inform.” She folded her arms. So he was no one important in that company he mentioned. “Is it a problem I have to learn from the beginning?”
“No problem at all”, he reassured her. “I'll even teach you.”
She grinned. “That would be great. 'Cause I am a bit lost here.”
“Oh, no problem. So, you want to get started with some hunting right?” She nodded. “Yeah.” He smiled. “You'll need a weapon... And maybe some armor... If it's cheap. Our investment in new members is limited.” He walked to the door and turned around grinning at her. “Coming?”

The Diaboli lead her down the stairs back to the plaza she had seen earlier. He didn't cross it. He only walked along one side to a place that looked like a smithy.
“Harnquist will sell the arms.” He pointed to a Ylian. “Check out his blades and tell me which one is your favorite. He can also train you. He knows a thing or two about weapons and armor and whatever.”
She examined the weapons. He had maces, knives, short and long swords, bows and sabers.
“So?” he prompted. She didn't raise her gaze from the weapons. “I need a few more moments”, she replied.
He smiled kindly at her. “Oh, take your time then.” He looked around while she continued to examine the weapons, carefully testing the blades and how they felt in her paws.
The diaboli raised an eyebrow. “Look. It's the stray cat.”
“What?” A voice asked.
Jilata looked up to see who he was talking to. It was a Clamod fenki. He waved his hand dismissively towards the fenki. “Just move along, don't have time to play around now.” Jilata watched interested. It seemed like those two knew each other.
“As if I had time...” The other fenki left. Were they on good terms or bad ones? She couldn't tell. And she didn't really care. For her the fenki was even more of a stranger than the diaboli was.
Jilata turned back to the weapon assortment. “Too bad that he doesn't have axes. I know how to use those a bit.” She shook her head disappointed and tested the next type of weapons. Then she pointed to the maces. “Those are the best from what he has.”
The diaboli payed for the maces. “These weapons should be enough for now.” He reached them to her. “Come on, take them.” She took them and tried them again. Axes still would have been better. “Good. Now, a good place for you to start hunting. Follow me.”

The diaboli lead her back to the tavern and then around it to the back side. There were stairs and ladders leading into the darkness of a hole. “This is where you hunt for now. There are only rats there...” She listened closely and actually heard the faint sound of rats from within. “But their skins can also be used. I'll pay you 100 tria for each batch of 7 skins. That'll be your job for the time being.” She nodded and tried to see something in the darkness.
“Also...” She turned back to the diaboli and received two coins from him. “Two circles to help with training, once you are done.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don't let me down Miss.” She shook her head and hid the coins in her clothes. “I'll try not to.”
He smiled. “You are officially an investment of the Dark...” He cleared his throat. “I mean Bronze Enterprises.” She raised an eyebrow slightly. He had made a mistake just then. A small one, but now she was sure that he was hiding something. “When will I meet you again?”
“Of course you will. You're my responsibility within the enterprises now.” He blinked. “Oh, when? Soon, pretty soon.” She nodded slightly. He didn't give her an exact time. So he didn't tell her if he had some habits concerning the time and the places he usually occupied.
“Will you be able to find me?” she asked. The diaboli smiled. “You should go to the tavern from time to time. I'm always there. Or training in the sewers... But always on one of those places.” He paused for a moment. “I must go now. Be well.” He bowed.
“Take care.” She watched him as he walked the way back they came from.

That Diaboli had been a bit suspicious. He hadn't told the whole truth. At least not about his masters. There was more behind the Bronze Enterprises, or how he had called it. That name was certainly an alias. The real name started with Dark.
She shook her head thoughtfully. Whatever it was, it didn't matter; as long as she was payed. And they looked like they would do that. Otherwise they wouldn't equip her with weapons.
Jilata turned to the entrance to the sewers and slowly walked down the stairs. She wrinkled her nose as the smell surrounded her. What a smelly place to hunt. Smelly and dirty. But there is always a place where you have to start. She could only hope that she didn't have to stay in there for long. But only time would show that.
She climbed down the ladders and drew her maces. She stood for a moment silently to concentrate, then attacked the first rat she found.

Her instinct had been right again. She had found some work.

[I started to write the story in german... there is already a bit more existing at psde.de if anyone can speak german and doesn't want to wait till I translate it you can read it there.
I had some problems with the translation so I asked Cirerey to give me some hints about the mistakes I made. Thanks again for that Cirerey 
And since I am already thanking, I thank everyone in #psde who keep encouraging me and helped me at one point when I got stuck with the story ]



Jilata just wanted to empty her head. A few hours ago the world was still looking nice to her. Well, as nice as it could be when you run away from home to follow your love. Finally she had caught up to him. And as she stood before him, dirty from the traveling but happy that she found him, she was pushed away.

She ran. She just ran away. She didn't know where to. She stumbled, got scratches from branches and thorns. But she didn't mind it. She only wanted to get away. To get away from that place.

Jilata had been so sure, that he felt the same about her as she did. It could have been around half a cycle, that she had seen him for the first time. He was there. Sitting in their house. Sitting there and eating as if he would live there. Her father told her later, that he found him, tended his wounds and then brought him home. He stayed and helped in the village. In the beginning everyone was excited about the newcomer. But he never spoke about his past so it cooled down fast. The time passed and they got closer. He took the responsibility to search for Jilata when she ran away from lessons and other stuff she didn't want to do. They got to be close friends and she showed him all her favorite places. And they went to the festival in the village together. She remembered how unsettled he had been then. To be exact he had already been unsettled in the week before. But he stayed and went with her to the festival. The next morning he wasn't there anymore. She searched in the surrounding area unsuccessfully. So she quickly decided to pack something to eat and other stuff she thought she could use and followed him.

After a while she stopped, trying to catch her breath again. Her anger was over. All that was left was an emptiness inside of her. She started to walk again, following the stream she found. After a while she got too tired to keep walking and curled herself up under a tree. As she started to get wet from the rain, she got up again and kept walking. Always following the stream. Not knowing in which direction she was walking. She didn't care. She stopped thinking already as she started following it. Not thinking about what happened. Not remembering. The rain stopped, but she didn't realize it. Drops of water kept falling from the trees and the copses were still full of water, which keeps getting her wet when they fell down like little rain showers. She was shaking because of the cold, but didn't feel it. She didn't even realize that she was shaking. To say the truth she didn't feel anything. Not the hunger or the dull pain of her scratches nor the bruises. Jilata followed the stream. There was no reason behind it. Maybe it was because it led her. Because she didn't need to think where she was walking. She could just follow it. And that is what she did. She stayed by it's side even though she had to crawl through copses. She kept crawling and walking. Her survival instinct told her to. Told her, that it wouldn't be a good idea to stop and rest. As if it knew that she wouldn't get up if she did. She stumbled over a root. Again. Losing her balance she fell into a copse. She stayed there. She didn't have the strength to get up anymore.