Victoria
Something cold slid down my face, and I scrunched my nose at the uncomfortable sensation.
I drew a slow, shaky breath as a sharp pain shot through me.
The first thing I saw were the dark clouds blanketing the sky and the mist weaving between the mountains. It was raining, a heavy, unrelenting downpour.
“I’m not dead?” I muttered, confused, my fingers brushing against my throbbing head.
When I looked around, I realized I was near a riverbank.
Did I survive because I fell into the river?
Disoriented, I stared at the rushing waters. I didn’t recognize where I was, only that I was utterly alone. Whoever the assassin was, he either died or managed to escape.
As I checked myself for injuries, I noticed something red dripping down my thigh.
My stomach dropped. A sharp branch
