The heels of her boots sunk into the mud as her heavy footsteps thudded against the damp soil as she ran.
Her sight was clouded with droplets of water and strands of her ebony hair; the bun up-do, her maid spent hours on, unravelling until her hair reached her waist, bouncing with her each step.
The view ahead was obstructed by the series of thick tree barks and white mist. She was running through a forest, her carriage was hijacked upon her return to the manor.
In an attempt to escape from the bandits that were chasing her, she ran into the woods, but now, she was still running and her legs were beginning to ache.
There was an eerie silence over her head, but she could feel the presence behind her...
She was running, from a large beast, cold and remorseless like the wind; its taunting voice rang in her ears, chirping from each corner, as if it was everywhere, as though it was the wind itself.
She was close to the truth... so close.
She came to an abrupt halt, her chest heaved and her lungs burned for air. There was nowhere to go anymore; it was a dead end.
'Was it fate?' She asked.
She carefully peeked over the cliff's end, but the slippery ground was her foe. Her feet slipped and she stumbled for balance. She caught herself. Her chest heaved in terror.
a few small stones crumbled off the cliffs edge and fell down to the bottom, and she watched closely as the rocks dropped into the abyss.
Uneasiness drew over her like a cold blanket, it looked as if nothing was there. Like there was no end. an overflowing fog of white, and what was below it was a mystery.
Ruffling came from the bushes behind her, she whipped her head around quickly. stepping out of the shadows, appeared a figure.
her heartbeat alarmingly increased in her chest, thumping violently against her ribcage.
'Was this the end?'
the figure strode forward effortlessly, with ease, as if it were playing a game with her, one it played too many times.
"What do you want?" She shouted at the figure.
Her voice was horse and foreign to her ears, it's not everyday she would be screaming, she was a calm and cool headed girl, rarely losing her head over panic or fear.
No. She knew what they wanted. Thats why this was happening to her. They needed her dead; buried six feet underground so they could live without casualties.
All her work it slipped right through her fingers like sand; all the time takes to build such a sturdy sandcastle... crumbling away with a single tide from the ocean.
'How unfair.' She thought bitterly,
'if she was going to die like this, in the hands of a monster... then what was the point?'
Then at that moment, she took a deep breath, calming the speed of her heart.
If she was going to die, she would rather die on her own accord.
With one last breath, she took a step backward and she let herself fall. As she fell, the last thing she saw was the taunting smile on his face;
a grin of the devil.