NARRATOR'S POV
The night was still young, yet the moon is up in the sky- silver light shining through the forest. The chilling wind blowing and in the distant mansion, the sound of battle booming loudly. Creating a disturbance in the hearts of those around, close enough to hear it.
On the other side of the battle, hidden away by the shadows of the trees. Rachelle is running in the forest, she's sprinting as fast as her feet could take her. The wind blowing behind her, sweat forming in her forehead, her breathing heavy as fatigue started to crawl in. Behind her Andrea, Hannah, and Sofia are following close, their porcelain bodies recreating the sound of clinking teacup as they run.
It hurts her to leave Alexander to fight, but she has to. Having no other choice in the matter.