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Neecey felt her limbs weaken. She had been floating in the river for a while now, trying to keep herself afloat. She was weak, her body aching. She had figured she would have made it to a town by now. She had no idea how long she had been floating, but she was terrified to crawl back on land. What if she wasn't far enough away from the Nikians? She was exhausted, they would easily be able to haul her back.

Shove her into her cage, and probably use iron shackles this time. She dunked underneath the water, than brought herself back up. She could feel her exhaustion even more now. She could easily drown. She would never return home, but at least she would never fall into the hands of the Nikians again.

Neecey felt the current pick up, her leg smacking against a large rock. She was probably nearing a mill, hopefully that meant a town. A farmer who would feed her and clothe her, until she was well enough to continue on. She spun herself around to see her assumptions were correct.

A large mill sat on the edge of the river, it's large wheel speeding up the current. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins, and she forced herself to swim to land. She pulled herself up, her arms shaking underneath the weight. She collapsed on the grass, it's blades tickling her nose. She forced herself to keep going, clawing her way forward, pulling the rest of her body up out of the water.

Neecey crawled, unable to stand, closer to the mill. The creaking of the wood her only salvation. She had to reach it. She had to make it. She had to survive. She was almost there. Almost to salvation.

She outstretched her hand, reaching towards the wooden door. Her limbs shaking.