Hiding in the corner of the half-destroyed shack she flipped the old, gray page. She could vaguely make out words now, mostly small, simple ones. The cover used to be orange, but was burnt into a dark ashy brown. One of her dark blue sleeves was covered in soot from continuously wiping it.
      "What happened here?"
      The strange high but definitely masculine voice echoed in the valley. Quickly she shoved the book behind her back and dove under the cover of several piles of hay. Reaching out one hand she grabbed the handle of her mace and dragged it in after her.