Isabella had been walking for several hours. It was only midday. She wanted to explore as much of the woods as she possibly could. She had been running like she never had run before. Her lungs were expanding slowly, and falling in a rhythm. She smiled as she saw FireHeart flying above her happily. A laugh escaped her mouth and she ran forward. Birds swarmed above the sky, ducking the other direction when they spotted FireHeart. The grass glowed a vibrant green, the tree trunks a deep brown. Nature around her was full of life. She was happy that she had found a place that would be a great place for a stable life for her and FireHeart. Hours passed and midday soon turned into evening faster than Isabella had planned. "FIREHEART!" Isabella yelled to her soaring dragon. He soared down and Isabella raced away to be clear of debrief. Once FireHeart's wing's had settled she ran away playing a small game of chase. FireHeart snorted a retort, but followed playfully. "Can't ca- AHHH!" Isabella found herself in the middle of a hole, she grabbed the dirt side quickly. "FIREHEART HELP!" She yelled. The dragon could not fly, the tree's overhead were too dense, and the tree's were too close together for the dragon to arrive to her help. He screamed a cry of protest. "UHHH!!!! AHHHH!" Isabella screamed with worry in her voice. She could not see the bottom beneath her, but she knew it must be far down. This is just like my dream, only I died in my dream. Oh please, Irene forbid, I die here! Please Irene save me! Isabella thought helplessly. Dirt started falling away from where she was holding on for dear life. It tumbled to the bottom of the seemingly endless pit. Just as her hand's fell off the patch of dirt she was clinging too, a hand grabbed her arm like her dream. The strong biceps pulls her up out of the hole. Isabella forced her eyes open and looked up to see the person from her dream staring down at her. His eyes are covered with a red bandanna, his hair covered with a black hoodie, his defined abs stood out under his un-zipped jacket. He wore pants that had ripped hole in them, and his shoes were black as midnight. He the person from my dream.... Isabella thought breathless. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Once the stranger had pulled her up high enough to where she could reach, she put her other hand on the ground and heaved herself up. The stranger held her hips as he made sure she was safely out of the hole. FireHeart hollered in the distance of the tree's and the stranger looked over for a small second before returning his gaze to Isabella. Isabella lay gasping on the ground as the stranger sat over her. His purple sword drawn in case danger approached. "Are you okay?" The strange man asked in a deep voice. Isabella gasped again. "Y-Yes...... I-I think so....." Isabella said shakily. The stranger was concerned. "Come on, let me help you up." He said reaching his arm out. Isabella looked up and reached for his hand that seemed so far away. He grabbed it and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her. Isabella gasped a small bit out of shock for the way the stranger was holding her. She passed it off as nothing. He's just trying to help me. Maybe he remember's the dream....? Isabella thought. "Is that your Wyvern?" The Stranger questioned her. "Um.... y-yes...." Isabella said still shaken up. He nodded, curious, but focused on the task at hand. She almost fell and the stranger had to tighten his grip on Isabella waist. They eventually reached the clearing where her Wyvern was waiting stuck behind the trees. He snorted as the stranger approached, but left him alone, clearly seeing that the strange man was helping Isabella. He sat her against a tree and bent down to her level. "Are you okay with coming back to my camp with me? I'll be able to fix you up there." The stranger asked her. Isabella nodded, knowing if she refused that her wounds could get infected. FireHeart snorted protest but said nothing more. "I'm Aaron by the way." The stranger said. Isabella nodded clenching her leg, it had gotten banged up against the hole wall during her fall, and the pain increased the more she put weight on it. "Isabella...." Isabella said still catching her shallow breath. "Can your Wyvern carry us?" He asked politely. Isabella nodded. "Okay, come on." He reached down, slung Isabella's right arm around his broad shoulders, and wrapped his arm around her waist again, helping her walk over to her Wyvern. Each step made Isabella grunt in displeasure, but she walked on through the pain. She stopped in front of FireHeart, who reached out with his long neck and picked up Isabella, and gently set her on his back. Aaron let the dragon sniff his hand before the dragon nodded agreement. Aaron jumped on the back of the dragon in front of Isabella. "Grab hold of my waist." Aaron instructed Isabella. She was still a bit weak and very fatigued. Aaron saw her change and put his hands behind his back, grabbing Isabella's and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Isabella's body tingled as she got so close to a person she had just meant. "It's not far, just about a mile. But, thank Irene for your Wyvern, otherwise I'm not sure you would of made that walk." Aaron pointed out. Isabella sighed and let the cool evening breeze brush her hair from her face. Aaron jerked FireHeart to a stop and told the dragon to land. FireHeart tried as gently as he could to land to make sure Isabella was in comfort. They stood in front of house, hidden behind a mountain that no one would spot unless they stumbled in front of the house. It was very well hidden from intruders. Isabella looked up at the very well built house. She sighed as Aaron slid off FireHeart's wing and signaled for her to do the same. She did as she was instructed too, but not without a extremely increased level of pain. Aaron picked her up gently and carried her wedding style into his house. FireHeart glanced a worried expression at Isabella as he saw her hang limply from Aaron's arms. The dragon sighed and sat watch in front of the house. Aaron opened his front door and carried Isabella upstairs into a guest bedroom. She sighed gently as he set her down on the soft sheets of the bed. She scooted over slowly to a more comfortable position.