In the Halls of the AFW Queen

Eka let out a yelp as she was rudely kicked out of Lukretia's office. She looked back at the door and then to Hilde. A look of bewilderment and fear was etched on her face. She doubted the German secretary would be of any help. Eka got up and adjusted her clothes. Her attempts at maintaining some dignity were a little post facto but she had to at least pretend that she was a strong wrestler girl. As it stands now, I do not see it in you to stand as tall as you believe you should. The words haunted her. She knew she wasn't the best wrestler or a world beater that could take on anyone. But she was discouraged and more than a little scared. Eka had a few matches under her belt and maybe she didn't know what she was getting into.

Eka made her way to the door. Before she exited she turned to Hilde and her mouth hung open stupidly. No words came to her. There was nothing she could say that would put this nightmare in context or save her. She nodded and exited. Eka tried to tread lightly on her surbated feet. The darkness was leaking in from the windows.

The Georgian finally found the long hallway to the exit and could have jumped for joy. Her footsteps came quicker with more energy. When she flung the door open the words of her grandfather came to her in their brusque Georgian tone-

When the lamb gets lost on the mountain it cries out. Sometimes the mother comes. Sometimes comes the wolf.