Desperate times

Anastasia was really anxious, she did not know when she started calling out his name. Once again she regrets not reading those old books her mother have left behind, at least that way she might be able to offer a first aid treatment.

She did not need to be outstanding.

The more she thought in this direction the more scared she was. She had fallen down from a slope she had no idea where they were.

She also did not have a map, this was the border, she was worried that if she took the wrong turn she might really deliver herself to the people of Gube.

Looking closely at Ernest she noticed his rising and falling chest, she comforted herself that as long as he was alive there was still hope.