Ishel had been walking for what felt like years. All she could remember was the sudden sense of life. Her very first memory was of nothing but a dingy, cobble temple. Long forgotten, half of the tiny temple crumbled away to the effects of Mother Nature. It was confusing, but Ishel had a gut feeling that she just needed to journey wherever.

Now it would soon be dark, and the deva had no idea where she was or where the nearest village was. All she really wanted was a chilling cup of mead and a warm bed waiting for her. Instead she had to deal with the constant sounds of lurking creatures which only made her hold onto the slim branch she had picked up. Well desperate times call for desperate measures she decided.

Stopping abruptly, Ishel put her hands to her mouth and started to yell. "Hello?! Is anyone actually out here!?" She quickly held up her branch, bracing herself for unwelcoming beings to attack her. But still, there was a glimmer of hope that at least some helpful soul was making their way to her unfortunate spot.

Thyump! Thyump! Down went one tree with a crash that definitely startled most of the nearby forest dwellers. Over the fallen tree walked Kriv. He needed the wood to make a fire for the night, seeing as the nearest village was a half a days walk from where he stood. He already had two rabbits caught and killed, just waiting to be roasted and feasted on. It was going to be a boring night, or so Kriv thought. “Hello?! Is anyone actually out there?!” He heard it. A female was calling for help. Normally Kriv would have left her alone, but seeing as to how he could use a bit of company, he decided to go find her.

He ran through a pair of trees that had grown out of the same stub of trunk, separating them permenantly. He chopped at some of the branches nearby and continued. He ran through a stream filled with slippery moss-covered rocks, and through a group of thorn bushes. Kriv did not like that, and had to stop to take out some of the thorns that had wedged themselves in between his scales. He trampled a squirrel’s tail, and then tripped over a root that was protruding from the ground. Sprawling on the ground, Kriv had to remind himself of what he was doing - saving some girl who was trapped alone in the woods. Maybe he would get something out of her, information perhaps. Crashing through the underbrush, as he was a big and tall creature, he came upon her. “Hey, I’m Kriv. You called?” he said with a grin.