The river was soon in front of her, the stream that had nearly managed to kill her. She found a small bridge that allowed her to get to the other side.
Serenica ran along the bank of the river and only stopped when her chest was hurting.
She turned around. It was an instinctual action. There was nothing to see, so why did all her senses scream about danger and Kinley and things that went bump in the night?
She looked at Herderg's house and she saw the flames.
The fire was bursting through the windows of the adorable little cottage. The curtains were gone, the glass was shattered, and the whole spectrum from red to yellow was present, the fire ate everything, even the walls.
"Help me... You have to help me!"
The source of the scream was Herderg herself. Serenica let out a sigh of relief. At least the old lady had escaped unscathed. She carried a satchel with her, in which supposedly were whatever belongings she had managed to take with her.
