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Korrina's eyes went to the man that joined them. Not only went to him, locked to him. There was something about him that felt... she was unsure. Perhaps it was just the trauma of what was happening that was clouding her judgment and feelings. It wasn't until one of them spoke his name that her body numbed. Frozen in place... not that she could go anywhere anyway. But the name. The appearance. Alistair. Alistair; her brother. Now she knew what it was about him. He looked just like his father. Her father. Their father. That strong presence, the features in his face. Yes. He was her brother. Fate. Fate had guided them on the same path and finally... Korrina understood the purpose of this. She understood why she had been kidnapped. It was not her time to die. But it had been a way to reunite her with her brother.

Her wide eyes began to moisten with tears at the impact of this moment. How she had longed to meet him, and she knew their father felt the same. She was unsure if either of her parents were alive, but believed in her heart that they were. That Tristram was still in search of his son, and when he found him... he would be with his sister. She had heard many things about Alistiar, and in the moment did not think of what dark connection he may have that made him know these men. She could only think of that overwhelming happiness at finally meeting her beloved sibling. The shock did not subside, but finally, her lips parted to speak. Though he paid little attention to her... her entire focus was singled in on him. You are Alistair, son of Tristram? she asked in a gentle voice, using their druid language so that he would know that she of his culture... and soon would know that she was also of his blood.

Korrina was running as fast as she could.. which was sadly not a rarity for her. Only this time, she could hear the thundering of hooves as a distance far closer than desired. The men had managed to find her and were hunting her, like a hunter to its prey. The only thing that kept her moving in this moments was the adrenaline shooting through her body. She knew that if she stopped, she would feel the exhaustion all at once. Which was why she could not. Not until she found proper shelter. Considering she was in the middle of the woods however, made it quite difficult. Her head would turn back every so often, ensuring that they were not in sight... though could be heard. It didn't help that she was forced to leave her darker cloak, and now only had her white dress, stained with dirt. Not exactly the most inconspicuous garment when being hunted.

But alas, what choice did she have? So long as the crystal, which was carefully wrapped in her white veil and in a bag that she carried, was safe and still out of possession from those who would seek to use it for evil purposes. That was all that mattered. Hope suddenly flickered in the young woman's eyes when she saw a cave up ahead. She hurried into it, sliding over the ground and rested her back against the wall of the dark cave. The sun would set in a matter of a couple of hours which made her all the more pressed for time. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her heavy breathing, and her hard beating heart pounding in her chest. Just breathe... just breathe... . No longer did she hear the sound of men's cries or horses.

But the sound that replaced them was less than reassuring. She heard a screeching noise, and turned to see a creature. Her eyes widened as she staggered out of the cave. Had she known creatures better, she would have recognized it as a cockatrice. But it mattered not its name nor its nature. What mattered is the way it advanced toward her. She stumbled back, tripping over a root and falling to the ground. The fear paralyzed her, and all she could do was stare up at the creature as took position, readying its attack.. preparing to pounce on her and claim her life.

~ Tag Connor! ~

Nadya was so focused on moving away from the serkets, that when she heard the rustling of leaves behind her... she assumed it was them. Which only made her go faster. But then she felt an arm move around her waist and pull her to him. She gasped, and probably would have screamed had he not covered her mouth. Her surprise was evident in her widened eyes, staring at the man who had saved her. Oh... how utterly foolish of her! In running from the serkets, she was running toward them at the same time! Despite his heroic actions, the discomfort of his touch made her heart beat faster. As she was not used to having another man's hands on her... not since her husband's. Even if it was not intimate, she was still modest and... well, he let her go so no harm was done. Before she could catch her breath they needed to apparently hurry in another direction.

Wh-Which way should we go? She asked, telling him that he would be the one who needs to take the lead for she had no idea where she was going. Her people were nearby, at the same time... even while he had saved her life, were his intentions truly noble? Would it be safe to have him around her children and the other few companions they traveled with? Your hand! She suddenly realized, looking at the blistering area of it. Was that because of her? Oh dear! Whatever his intentions, noble or not, she did not wish anyone to get hurt for her. Is there another path to return from where we came? Where her basket was. She had the necessary herbs for healing... as it was better to use that method first before relying on magic and thus, exposing her true heritage. These were dangerous times... not only because of magical creatures, but because of those who hunted practitioners of magic too... like her.

It was afternoon and Nadya was in a rare circumstance. She was alone. She did not often stray from her people, as small as the group she was with was. There was only her, her two children, and about five other druids. But they were traveling in the hopes to encounter another druid camp. So that they could all unite and remain together. Safety in numbers after all. And in such dark times, no one should be alone. But for the moment, she was. She had a basket she had created out of sticks and twigs so that she could put the plants and flowers she was collecting to make medicine. One of the companions she was traveling with was feeling unwell. She knew just the remedy to make, however the plants were obscure. Yet no place offered them better than the Forest of Balor. A place of danger, but for now, one of necessity as they must go through it in order to get to their grander destination. But to say that Nadya was unscared, would be a lie. The forest of Balor had a reputation for hosting some of the most dangerous and vicious creatures of magic.

Ones that thus far, she had been fortunate not to make acquaintance with. But every snapping of a branch made her jolt her head up and search her surroundings. Every distant sound of an animal, made her freeze with fear. She had no strength when it came to defense... other than running. She hurried her actions, quickly gathering as much as she could so she could return swiftly to the others. However, as she was doing so she heard a sound... this one different from all the others she'd heard. Because it was louder, indicating that it was closer in proximity. She felt her entire body paralyze with fear, forcing her in a state of trepidation and fear at what that screeching sound was. She slowly turned around, her already wide eyes even wider when she saw what awaited her. Scorpions; or serkets as they were more commonly known. Not one, not even two... but a group of four of them. She held her breath, hoping that her still movement would direct their attentions elsewhere.

But no. They saw her; she was within their target range. They advanced closer toward her, and so, Nadya did the only thing she could do. She dropped the basket, and ran. Ran as fast as her feet could carry her. She would either be an easy victim for them by remaining still and awaiting her death. Or she could have that semblance of hope by running. The fear had clouded her judgment, or perhaps enhanced it, for she was running in the opposite direction of the camp. Her sense of her surroundings was not overly keen, so as she ran in whatever direction she took... little did she realize she was getting more lost as she raced deeper into the woods. It was to no avail either, for the serkets moved quicker than her, and soon, they surrounded her. Encircling her, so that there was no where left to run. A predator, narrowing in on its pray. She felt tears form in her eyes as she fell to her knees, curling into a small ball. In these last moments, she prayed for her children, for her family, for her people... and for a quick and painless death.

~ Tag Connor! ~

It wasn't until he started speaking that more surprise came to Nadya. His voice was so familiar, and she found herself searching her mind to determine where she had heard such a voice. Her eyes fixated themselves on his face. Underneath his long locks... there was familiarity. Not only in regards to how he was the image of his father, but also... because they had met once before. She opened her mouth to speak, but in slightly parting her lips no sound came out. It was him. He was her brother?! After all these years she had longed to see him, she had already met him. And so unaware! Now under these circumstances... she could tell, and feel, it was her brother. But before, things had been so chaotic that she had not stopped to think. She had been too panicked about her boys. Which, Alistair had reunited her with.

He had brought them together during the commotion... and while she had never known the man's name who'd aided her, she'd always felt gratitude toward him. Now, she knew it was her brother. And wished that the time of their separation had not lingered so. Arva. She was not going to lie. For they had indeed made previous acquaintance. They just hadn't realized who the other was. We met once, before. Words were difficult to get out in the presence of her brother. A man she had wished to see for so long. Perhaps it best the explore that reality, before focusing on their brief past in crossing paths. He then asked if she was Tristram's daughter and she slowly nodded her head.

My father is Tristram and my mother is Adara. Is, not was. For they were still alive. She truly believed, they were still alive. Even if she had not received word from them since their departure... it was her faith that kept her strong. Devlesa araklam tume. Because her prayers had been answered. First by encountering Guinevère and Arthur in the woods. A path that led her to this one. She tried to keep her voice composed by there was a slight tremble in it... out of pure realization of what this moment meant. Of how they had found each other. Mandi's nav hi Nadya. She did not know how much he knew of him... to it was best to give formal introduction.

Yes
It is with God that we found you
My name is Nadya

Camelot have become the safest place for druids. Whoever thought that such a day would come. Whereas Camelot had once been a place most hunted for her people, it was now a place of peace. Nadya of course held no objections to this. She was immensely happy that they no longer had to run for their lives. That they did not have to travel from camp to camp, wondering if it would be a safe place for her. As well, it was not the most ideal way to raise her children. Always on the run. She wanted the world to be a safe place for them, and thankfully, no harm had come to them. She'd lost a husband, and them a father. But they were not the only ones who'd suffered loss. And Nadya prayed for those people, every single day.

But to dwell in the past hindered the progress of the future. With things safe in this kingdom, she wanted to be reunited with her mother and father (somehow) and of course the brother she had never met. She wanted them all to be together, to be a family. She wanted her children to know their grandparents, and for them to know their uncle. Family was after all, was most important. And Nadya never trivialized its significance just because their family was not around. She would tell her children stories of their uncle (that she had heard from her father) as well as those of their grandparents and father. It made them excited to meet their relatives one day, and Nadya truly believed that this was not an impossibility. Not when she prayed for it every day. The value of prayer, would not go unheard.

She was currently walking along the streets, gathering a few herbs. The day was sunny with clear skies and she took advantage of it by appreciating the liberty to walk through the woods, without fear of being deemed fugitive. She did not stray far from the camp however. Just because they were no longer hunted, didn't mean there were not slave traders, bandits, creatures and other threats out there. Her magic was no protection against such threats, nor were her skills. Humming a soft tune, she had been so lost in her purpose, and it wasn't until she heard the sounds of a horse that she looked up, and saw two riders on two beautiful horses. Nadya's eyes widened and she dropped her gatherings out of surprise for not having seen them sooner. For she was now directly blocking their path.

She never claimed to be a decent hunter, nor was she able to pick up on the sounds around the forest. A few moments of daydreaming... led to this now. When the shock seemed to partially subside, her gaze dropped to the floor. Apologies, she stated, feeling a blush creep on her cheeks out of embarrassment. She then fell to her knees, quickly picking up what she had dropped. A further cause of embarrassment to herself. I will... be out of your way, in one moment. How foolish she must look! Not having realized where she was going, then having dropped the content of her hands, and now further hindering their travels by kneeling in front of them to pick up her fallen herbs! Surely, this could not get more humiliating for her.

~ Tag Guinevère and Arthur! ~