"I am sorry to inform sir, but it is something not even the greatest mages in the blue way could heal, all that can be done is to alleviate her pain", was an answer that came as a violent strike against the young and athletic Aaron Naerson, as he looked at his very young daughter Iniria coughing and staring nowhere with her innocent hazel eyes, incapable of understanding that her father would outlive her to many decades, a fate that he could not stand for.
Still having faith of saving his daughter from the rare and lethal illness she had, he left the simple and small sickyard of his village and walked through its streets with his tan face expressing his repressed will of crying, heading towards the palisade gates to travel away in the expectation he could find a way to help her before it was too late. Nobody cared, except for his best friend, a lemur sculptor named Terien, who knew that after the death of Aaron's wife, the lost of his daughter would cause him much suffering and loneliness, and as he stumbled into his friend next to the wooden palisades, he said his words of consolation and hugged him, giving Aaron a small comfort as he was leaving the small village, but he reminded Aaron of a small, but very important detail:
__My friend, if you really are going through the wilderness of this level, should you not prepare yourself for a long trip first?
He agreed and said his sadness was making him commit several mistakes lately, and went to the general store, with its wooden construction staggered with several types of supplies, including the always present weapons and protective gear to face the dangers that lurks outside, both from nature and from the wicked broods of men. He looked at all and decided he would definitively need a rope, some significant amounts of packed rations, a small flint box to lighten campfires, some of the imported falka oil, a map of the region with the nearby cities pointed, a small cooking pot, two knives and a leather protective suit. After packing up things to the palisades he returned, asking for the single guard there to open the gates for his departure. The ruffling noise of its opening announced the beggining of the journey of a man searching for something all said that was impossible to find.
Trekking through hills, pathways and roads for a whole day, he stopped for a rest as the azure sun light became dim, and the sounds of night creeped over as he casted lit the campfire and grabbed a ration of jerky meat to eat. The flames swirled in the darkness, challenging it the same way the man stood against the doom of his daughter. He finished his meal shortly and even though the fear of being attacked by a wild creature was on his heart, he felt asleep, knowing that if his beloved child died he would not like to continue living anyway.
After one single and peaceful hour of sleep, savage noises awakened him from his dreams as something seemed to touch his legs, his eyes opened and he instinctively got up to see a consumer very close to him with its menacing jaws, and immediatelly he started to run away from the creature, until tipping off due to a small rock and falling on the ground.
With his leg broken, he watched the creature approach him as panic and despair came to him, aware that he was doomed to be eaten alive by such creature, but still he had a last chance, Aaron's knife flew from his right hand, moving towards the creature, in the hope it would hit straight into its eyes as it was just five feets away from him.
To his despair it missed the creature, he grabbed the last knife and threw it as the creature was about to reach his legs with its horrendous mouth. In a strike of luck, it was flying straight inside the mouth of the creature and reached its throat, the impact of its stab against the inner body of the monster caused the creature to flee. Aaron watched the monster moving until it stopped, the wound inflicted against it surely condemned the consumer to death. But that was no consolation. Without any weapon and with a broken leg in the middle of the wilderness he was sure he was condemned to wait his death in the hands of another creature, perhaps even worser.
