The next morning when I awoke it wasn't yet day light. This was good, considering the fact we left at dawn. I heaved myself up from the cave floor. Once again I stepped out onto the ledge, but no one noticed. They were all busy packing up their things. Good. I went back inside to prepair for the journy to nowhere. Everything seemed so hopeless, yet I couldn't bring myself to give up. I had to try. As little hope as their was, if I had to die, I wanted to die fighting. After getting dressed and packing my things neatly in a sack, I ventured out onto the ledge once again, this time slipping away before anyone could notice. I made my way around the group of people, finally coming to a plot of land just on the outer edge of the beach. This was where we had burried him. I knelt beside his grave, sobbing desperatly. That is, until I realized someone was watching. I swung my head around, my green eyes fierce. How rude, to stand and stare at a grieving widow. It was a man. At first I didn't recognise him, but that changed fairly quickly when he spoke. "Lydia." His voice was gentle. Understanding. "Ian." I replied cooly. "I was just coming to pay my respects to William before dawn." He told me. I didn't reply, standing up and brushing past him on my way back. Ian had been William's right hand man. I was possitive that he had expected to take William's place. I returned to the cave, quickly brushing my dark brown hair before stepping out onto the ledge once more. The sun was barly visible over the horison. "ATTENTION!" I called. Everyone turned to look at me. "The time has come for us to depart. Those of you with horses are to meet me by the beach in three minutes. After that, we will leave within the quarter." I leaped down off of the ledge, nibly landing beside my paint stallion Dakota. He was well enough trained that it didn't spoke him. I placed the small bag with my things in it behind the sadle, then glanced over at Viper. He was a large black stallion that only William had been able to handle. I decided that it would make more sense to ride him and lead Dakota. I patted Dakota on the neck, walking around him and patting Viper on the shoulder. I murmered to him as I mounted, hoping that he would behave. He didn't show any signs of agression, so I looped Dakota's reigns over the sadle horn, troting out into the crowed of people, and weaving expertly through them until I came to the beach. A group of riders was already gathered. I rode up to speak to them. They were the men William had trusted most, and so I decided to trust them as well. There were six of them total, including myself. I rode in closer so that no one could possibly hear what I was saying. "We're going to split up." I began. "One of you will ride behind the group, so that their aren't any straglers. Two of you will ride on each side. And I will ride in front of the group, leading. Do you all agree that this is the most logical way to do things?" They men apeared to be thinking. "Yes." They all answer in unison. "Good. Ian, you will ride behind. Thomas and Samuel, you two will ride on the left side. Ty and Robert, you two will be on the right. Agreed?" They shook their heads. "Good. Now get in your positions. It is time to depart." I watched them ride away before taking up her position at the head of the group. I turned so that I was facing them. "Is everyone ready?!" I called. "Yes." I could barly make out their reply. "Then let us depart." I took up a slow pace, one that was easy for the group to keep up with, and we were off. I didn't dare look back, for I was afraid if I did I would loose my nerve.