Throttling down the rocky planes, pushing asides the low hanging branches and hoping over a few rocks, Makumi soon found her way to the river which was only a few metres away from her, she sighed softly as she felt her arms start to tremble from the weight in her hands.
But this was nothing compared to the mighty jars her grandmother would often make her drag from the local well back to their home at the far end of the town, which she would often pull with a cart.
She and her grandmother lived a modest life and tried to keep to themselves, but trips to the village square were constant for them, especially when they went to sell their products of fresh vegetables.
Though the woods were lonely with nothing but the chirping of the insects and hooting of owls, the moon was partially full a
