Frida's pov:
The rain poured heavily, the streets were wet and slippery.
She ran under the rain, until she reached back to the bushes where they camped.
When she was going, she had been so worried she didn't even realize the distance she crossed to get to her destination.
At some point she thought of running, they wouldn't be able to find her if she just ran and hid but it was a bad idea.
They would find her and kill her as a deserter. The thought alone chilled her inside as she took a deep breath.
She heard them talk, "Surely you don't think she will survive?"
"The journey is tedious, she probably died on the way." They laughed.
She smirked then entered the tent, silencing their laughter.
Master Song looked at her with pride as she entered, there was a map on the table and she guessed they were discussing military strategies.
She walked up to him, sitting by his side. "I'm back master Song." he beamed tapping her shoulder.
