The only thing Ellda was thinking about was that no matter what she had to keep running. She had no idea how long she had been running already but she had to keep going. If any one had seen her they would have seen an almost wasted girl in an oversized green coat, carrying an old backpack and running as though her life depended on it. An uneven slab of cement caught her foot and she fell. Slowly she stood up and ran again until she realized she was standing in the middle of an empty street. She took a peice of paper out of her coat and ran her hand over a series of what apeared to be random letters torn out of the paper. she turned down the street and started running agian.
The sun was just rising when Elldaran her hand over ther paper for the last time and smiled. Ellda staggered over to a building next to the harbor and sat down under a window. She drew her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes. Within few minutes she was asleep her arms wrapped tightly around the backpack.