Chapter 1: A Fresh Start
No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning
- Native American Proverb
Slipping through the cold, black night, the young man adjusted the rucksacks thin straps and picked up his pace. Arriving at a small cottage in the middle of the woods, he rapped softly on the hard wooden door. With a creak the door opened slowly and an elderly woman stepped out, We must hurry, there isnt much time, did you bring it?
Patting the rucksack behind him, the young man nodded, as the woman gave simple instructions, Good, keep it covered up, its quite chilly tonight.
The two set off towards the nearest town, making sure every now and than that they werent being followed. Hows the misses? the older woman asked trying to break the silence.
Shes doing as well as can be expected. Im sure shed skin my hide if she knew that we were
Watch your tongue!