I was instructed to take some time to pack some clothes after I had made the rash decision to go with them. Considering my Master was dead and the world outside was even less kind, I figured I would take my chances. With a bag swung over my shoulder, I walked outside where Elias was waiting for me, the other people he was with were sent off to help someone else. "Can you walk okay?"

While my leg was sore, it was something I could handle. "I am fine, where are we going?"

"First we're heading to the city entrance where most of the Unchained are, further away from the old slave masters. Once everyone is ready, we'll start heading back to the west coast, to Tria." I paused at the word and smiled a bit, he nodded and laughed, "I should have expected an elf to know what that meant."

I shrugged, not bothering to correct what he said I was. "It is awfully optimistic of you to name a place "Freedom", don't you think?" I asked with some scrutiny as we walk outside of the place I had called home for the last 14 years of my life.

Elias never noticed when I didn't follow him, instead, I turned back to look at the small mansion. Considering it was just the two of us, it was far too space. It was one of my Master many family estates and for a rejected nephew, it served as a convenient place to hide my Master. "Annika?" Elias spoke up.

"Who is going to tell the family about his passing?"

"Pardon?" Elias took a step closer to me as I continued to stare at the dark wooden house.

My eyes locked on the ground floor window I had been shoved out of when I first arrived, then had to replace. "My Master is dead, someone has to tell his family."

"You know you don't have to call him that anymore," Elias said from beside me, my eyes searching for the many faint burn marks on the side of the house, some as old as 14 years. I finally forced my gaze away from the house and to Elias. His eyes seemed to almost capture the faint light from the sporadic torches. "But if you'd like, we can send a letter. Do you know his family?"

The truth was, I had no idea. I sighed and shook my head, "no, I just know I wouldn't want my family wondering."

"I thought you had no family?" Elias said, placing a hand on my back and gently streeted me away from the house. "Come on, they'll be waiting."

I had a family, I think everyone did. There were different factors which came into play. I was bread, created. I was not a creation of love, but instead, greed. "I don't," I repeated and took a step to the side so his hand fell through the air. "How many will come back to Tria?"

"Depends," Elias didn't seem to mind the change of conversation. "Doesn't really matter anyway. We have a system to account for mass numbers of coming in. We don't want anyone to go without a home, I think you've all been through enough."

I couldn't say he was wrong. "So what am I supposed to do there?"

"Anything you'd like," he smiled at me, "What are you good at?"

"Setting fires," I mumbled under my breath, casting a glance to the side as we passed by the town square.

Gathered in a circle were nearly 100 humans, hands on their head as they knelt. "What was that?" Elias hummed, not catching my remark.

Shaking my head, I frowned and watched curiously as a sword was pierced through a man's neck and the elf who wielded it moved on to the next human. "Surrender, jail, or death?" Three options were offered to the man, so simple, yet he trembled and contemplated his answer.

"Come on, you don't want to watch that." Once again, Elias placed his hand on me and helped me forward. This time, I shot him a sideways glare and he pulled away quickly as he was shocked and laughed awkwardly, "Sorry about that."

I ignored his apology, "How far of a walk is it?"

"Nearly a month. We have carriages, horses, carts if your leg causes you problems."

I stayed quiet, a month before we'd reach the ocean, most of it through untamed wildness. "Is it safe?"

"Of course," Elias said, "you don't need to worry or be scared anymore, Annika. You're safe."

I didn't know how much I believed him, but it didn't much matter anymore. We arrived at the entrance to the town. I had never seen such a collection of elves, mages, and humans working beside each other. Nearly 250 of them worked together, getting the caravan ready. A woman with a white dress sprinted between carts, her hands blackening as they pressed over different wounds, "An enchanter?" I asked surprised as she pulled her hands away and minor wounds healed completely, major wounds became less serious.

"You know your magic."

I nodded, "It's my job to know everything," I paused and sighed, "Was my job." I corrected myself, that'd take some time to get used to.

"Come, we'll get her to look at your leg."

"It's okay, Elias. It is just a scrape."

Elias was smiling as if my protests were amusing, "So you're one of those." He spoke as if I fit into some mould of his mind, I was certain he'd be disappointed. "You need to let people help you. We aren't terrible people. We-"

"Captain!" An elf, an older one ran over and paused seeing me. His brow was raised, his green eyes studying me, pausing as he looked at my grey which were so light they were almost white followed by my short-tipped ears.

I bowed my head respectfully and that seemed to only make him more confused, "What is it, Thalian?" Elias sighed as the elf, Thalian, ran his fingers through his white hair.

Thalian was still glancing at me, he paused glancing down to hands where small scars littered the inside of my arm like veins. "Who is she?" He seemed to forget what he wanted.

"This is Annika, she-"

I took a step back, "I'm going to see the Doctor," I cut him off, bowing my head again and before either of them could reply, I rushed off, away from the Doctor, away from them.