She awoke with a start...

What had caused them to take such drastic action? He and K'ryn had approached her, seeking to speak with her outside the Silver Arrow. She had followed, only to be attacked. She remembered the searing pain of the poison, far above the actual wound itself. Had it not been for Strongbow and Halken's hasty action... she couldn't be sure who else had helped, the pain was too much to remember... she would have died in the doorway of the Silver Arrow.

They had returned later, only to state they were there to finish what they had started. Myra was still quite upset and didn't notice everything they said. She remembered hearing K'ryn make mention that she would become the same as Trenton Sythe... And Andrew telling the others they should think of the Glade and kill her.

The others had put themselves between her and them and Strongbow forced them out of the Tavern. Sinjun had been upset at him over this, and was rightfully so. Yet at the same time, Strongbow had acted as he felt was right... by removing the threat.

She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her mind of the thoughts. Today was a new day, and she had things to do. She knelt beside her bed and pulled a wooden box from underneath it. Opening the box, she looked down at the well polished scimitar inside.

A slow, determined smile spread across her lips.