Leith almost cringed as another streak of blinding lightening hit far to close to her. The rain was getting heavier and so was the precious package she carried on her back. Stummbling over an unseen root she fell hard to her knees. A thin wail came from beneath her cloak. She carefully moved the pack around keeping it within the realitive dryness of her cloak. "Hush Alia, I'll find us some shelter." Tears threatened her as she looked down at the small infant. This was all that remained of her former happiness, and who would ever believe the truth of it. The child quieted and again she shifted it to her back. The irony was that also on her back beside the child was the acursed sword that had brought them to this dangerous place. Again she heard the oracles words, "Find the amazons, only there can Artemis protect the child till you break the curse." So here she was in a violent storm chasing tavern rumours of warrior women. Struggling to her feet she caught a slight movement out of the corner of her eye...........