She dashed through the forest. Branches and thorns scratched her skin, leaving bruises, but she didn't stop. She didn't look back--there was no time for that. A branch caught her hair and she groaned as she struggled to set her hair free. Her breaths came out in smaller puffs as she felt the shadows get closer.
They were going to kill her.
With a loud grunt, she ripped her hair from the branch, a huge chunk of it was left hanging on the branch. She could feel the blood dripping from the back of her head. Still, she did not pause for a moment.
She had known she would die tonight. She had known.
How many times hard she been warned?
How many times had the seer showed her the same vision she was living today?
She could see the end clearly now. It would happen just as the seer had said.
When she skidded to a halt in front of cliff that overlooked a rushing river with no escape in sight, she turned around to face the red shadows. Her heart was pounding violently in her ears, her head and even her feet.
She could still do it. Auredon would not end with her. The red shadows swirled around her like a sandstorm, making her dizzy with their whispers of secrets. When their voices stopped and their red form was nowhere to be seen, she felt herself falling from the cliff toward the river beneath her. A tear dropped from her eye as it started raining buckets of water.
She hoped with all her heart, that the princess would not die.
Again
Her hope was useless. Everything the seer said had happened exactly the way she said it would.
Absalon would go to war next and the princess would die.
Blood mingled with sweat and tears as the bone crushing current swallowed her whole.