*
Diana woke up to the sounds of rustling and packing. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking around at the dim forest. Jurien was already breaking down their camp, the sun still hidden by the trees. She stretched, the chill of the morning air nipping at her exposed skin, and quickly dressed.
"Good morning, Jurien," she said, approaching him. "Where's Caspian?"
Jurien glanced up at her, then continued folding their tents. "He went down to the river to wash up. Said he'd be back soon."
Diana nodded and set off towards the river. The path was well-worn, but the dense trees blocked most of the light. She kept her hand on her sword hilt, the cool metal reassuring. She wasn't afraid of the forest, but she knew there were dangers lurking in the shadows.
The sound of rushing water grew loud
