There are moments in your life where you recall forever the exact time you met someone. You recall where you were, what you were doing, certain sounds, smells, and even what was said or wasn’t said.

One windy day the rain slapped Sharon across the face so hard it left scratches. For hours she had been traveling south down the Ioth Path through the Emerald Forest. Leaving a job she hated for the unknown was liberating and terrifying at the same time. Being a guard for the Upnorth folk wasn’t what she was meant to do. She needed a change. She needed more in life.

Hungry she stopped to rest under a black oak tree on the east side of the path. The wind began to die down and the clouds were lighter. Her shoulders relaxed after a few minutes and her eyes slowly closed until she felt something was giving her a hug. Snapping her eyes open she saw a spiked snake vine had wrapped around her waist and arms. It was slowly tightening. Its spikes were trying to force their way through her armor. She couldn’t move her arms to get to her weapons. It was making its way to her throat.

A female voice whispered behind her, “hold still and be as calm as you can.”

Sharon bit her lip and focused on her breath as she could hear a knife stabbing at the vines from behind the tree. Once free she stood up and faced a warrior. This savior had brown hair, green eyes and wore the colors of the forest. In her hand was a knife with a jade handle which was dripping with black slime.

What happened next would change both of their lives forever.

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