“Ahh! What the fuck!” Bette screamed in pain pulling the vine desperately. The vine would not budge, it was like it had a life of its own. Bette took out her forest knife and stabbed the vine until it let out an ugly screech and released its grip.

“Ahh, fuck!” Bette groaned holding her aching hand. She walked quickly back to the other side of the border wiping the blood off her hands with her handkerchief. She started heading back toward the cabin grimacing in pain when she heard rustling coming from the path. Bette hid behind a tree and peak out to the path.

Bette almost gasped aloud when she saw the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. She wore a long white dress and she had straight, long, blonde hair. Her hazel eyes looked scared as she continued to walk down the path with urgency. Bette knew everyone in Westland and she had never seen anyone so beautiful. Her white dress fit like a corset around her slim form, and there was a slit in the middle of the dress that allowed her legs to pop out with every step. The muscles in her legs were so firm. Bette gulped upon seeing them.

In her black leather boots that just reached her shins, she had two knives. She was a woman of power much like Bette, and Bette couldn’t help but sweat at the sight of her. She watched the woman a little while longer, then turned to return to the cabin. She froze when she heard more voices. Male voices. Angry voices.

Bette ran along the path toward the sound and peaked out to the path again. She gasped when she saw four big men marching down the path with swords in their hands. They were all wearing soldier-like uniforms, and they looked highly dangerous.

“Where the fuck did she go?” one of them spat angrily.

“We managed to get the other one,” another one answered, “but we cannot return to Midland without her head on a stick!”

“Midland?” Bette repeated eyes wide. She didn’t think further about it, she simply ran down the path the other way. She ran directly to the mystery woman in white and ran out onto the path.