with exhaustion despite the will to leave and the longer that she forced herself to move the worse it grew. Luckily for her, it seemed the effort was leading her somewhere at least. High above her in the sky lay a star as bright and fat as they came. The Warrior, her mother had called it, a burning ember high above her and only barely visible through the shaking boughs and leaves. The Moon was barely visible as well, and only as a sliver of its normal self. It was bright enough however that she managed to evade most of the pitfalls that had been strewn and placed around the forest floor.