Kimber isn’t sure at what point she had made up her mind. Whether it was when the Harbor had been claimed, the cold swim back to the Crossing, or as she stood beneath the large moon plagued with dreams. But when she wakes, her heart racing with either fear or excitement; perhaps both, that she looks to the rugged mountains standing off to her right. They were not too far away, and the trek wouldn’t take long, but still she hesitates. Kimber feels as if she makes that step, she will never go back.


Glancing away, her golden eyes drift to her surroundings. But Askold’s red figure is no where it in sight. Would he follow her, even there? A smirk touches her dark lips and she gives a small shake of her head. Of course he would. Her knight would always remain with her, even if he was only her shadow. At least in her most loneliest moments, she could comfort herself with that.


With new determination backing up what she had already been thinking, Kimber leaves the small grouping of trees she had been hiding in. Her goal to reach the mountain’s top before sunrise. The trek was a hard one; possibly the hardest she had ever made. The thinner air sucked away her breath, but she carried on, stubborn to her very core. Only when she was able to succeed does she stop, over looking the mountain range where only the strongest of warrior women lived. And just as she had hoped, the sun was only just beginning to peak over the horizon.


With pride in her voice, Kimber lets out a ringing call to the women that called this place home.