Narit

WHEN: November 12.
WHERE: Somewhere in Macedonia.

( The sun beat heavily on the tent. Nathaniel grew more uncomfortable, almost certain that something might fall on the fabric to rip it open. His body tolerated being in a tent just enough to stop him from frying and it was a small saving grace. The blood supply he brought with him dwindled and he tried to find animals along the way for extra food without too much luck. )

WHEN: Monday, November 5, 2007.
WHERE: Marit's Water Bungalow.

( Nathaniel frowned, his brow knitted as he walked towards Marit's water bungalow. There was much to think about and little time in which to do it. First of all, he had unnerving dreams - granted that was not unusual in itself - with a chilling voice that said it was coming for him. It gave no reason and somehow the dream lingered strongly in his mind, assuring Nathaniel would not forget those words. )