The murky water stung her eyes as she frantically searched the riverbed. She couldn’t go home empty-handed again. She had to find something, anything, and the light was fading fast. She spotted a clearer opening upriver. She swam to the head of the green Glass River, where the freshest water spilled down the mountainside and created a waterfall. She searched the river floor through squinted eyes; not a rock to be found. Blast it. She needed rocks. Where there were rocks, there was gold. And she needed gold desperately. When the light disappeared at last, Ravena pushed out of the soft river grasses and propelled her lean body up and above the surface of the icy river.