It's 4050 and the world has had to revert back to basics. Kacela is possibly the best huntress and hired asassin in the entire of Escocia. The country is alive with thieves, killers, and hunters. A new sickness known as the Mal Plague is striking Escocia, and the people are dropping like flies. The only way to stay immune is to stay away......


13. Glenna of the Forest

The escape ride covered a distance of seven miles. By the end all Kacela wanted to do was rest, and she decided to spend the rest of the night in the forest that she and Ignis had ridden into.

Huddling up by Ignis, Kacela tore off a chunk of bread and ate it. It was the first thing she'd had to eat in a while, and the feeling of food in her belly quickly sent her off to sleep.



The horse looked up, and confusion could not be stated clearer in his eyes.

'Did you eat the rest of the bread?'

Ignis whinnied. It could not have been anything other than no.

Kacela stared in confusion at the crumbs in the bag. She had only taken a little. She was pretty sure Ignis hadn't taken any.

So what had eaten it?

>giggle<. >giggle<.

Kacela whipped round, drawing her samurai swords. The giggling stopped.

A flash of soft orange flew through the trees.

'Come out!' yelled Kacela, startling several birds. 'Come out and fight, coward!'

'Don't you call me a coward,' said a calm, measured voice behind her, along with some munching noises. 'You know, this ham really is delicious.'

Kacela swung to face the person, swinging her swords in an arc. A small, slim girl with auburn hair and a raggedy set of clothes - grey trousers, white shirt, brown waistcoat - stepped back smartly. 'Jeez, you could really hurt someone with those,' she said sarcastically, giving Kacela a lazy smile dotted with bits of pink ham.

Kacela kept her swords raised. The girl's eyes widened.

'Wow, you must be the red ninja asassin! Take off your mask, let me have a look at you,' she said enthusiastically.

Kacela hesitated, then ripped off the cloth covering her head and face.

'You're a girl?' the stranger squeaked.

'And I was under the impression that you were a thieving little pig!' snapped Kacela, losing her temper.

The girl had the graciousness to look a little shamed. 'Sorry,' she mumbled. 'I've been living here for two years, and I haven't had bread or ham or anything since I got here.'

Kacela frowned. 'Lived?' She suddenly placed the familiar accent of the girl. 'You're one of the exiles from Escocia, aren't you?'

The girl nodded. 'My name is Glenna. People used to talk about me, calling me Glenna of the Forest.'

'My name is Kacela,' said Kacela, offering a hand. 'I'm from Escocia too.'

Glenna took the outstretched hand and shook it. 'Are you an exile as well?'

'No. I had to Cross because the Mal Plague struck again,' Kacela replied, grimacing.

'The Mal Plague?' whispered Glenna.

Kacela nodded reluctantly.

Glenna looked troubled, then suddenly her face brightened and turned to Ignis. 'You've got such a gorgeous horse! Can I stroke him?'

'Of course,' murmured Kacela, rummaging through her remaining food as Glenna tentatively patted Ignis. 'His name is Ignis. He's from Escocia too.'

'Escocian racehorses are the best in the world,' said Glenna fervently.

Kacela nodded in agreement. It was true - the ones from Wallia were too fat, and the ones from Angliae were too short. Racehorses from Escocia were truly the fastest and the best-behaved and simply the best.

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