….. she sees that dark valley again as the dog slowly trots in front of her. She was exhausted. Just fell on a bail of hay close to a little wood. Didn’t check for animals or if she could be seen. Just fell asleep. She had walked for hours to get away. She ran, she climbed but she did not stop. Just got away. She was gone. Her Nan was gone and now everyone expected her to lead the people. From an early age she was trained to do so. That was her fate. No one asked if she wanted to. They had asked her mother who was supposed to be the leader before her but she vanished. They did not talk about her. The little lonely girl cried for her mum. Cried every night. Cried herself into sleep. She did not feel her nan come along and cry with her. The Council had decided that she had to become strong and deal with grief and sorrow on her own. She had to lead the people. The line must go on no matter what. But her nan knew better and unknown to her granddaughter stayed with her every night hidden behind the dark blue curtain with all those little stars that covered her bed from the ceiling to the floor. Her nan believed that her own aura would cover her and help her to get through it. …..