I run as fast as I can, my heart pounding in my chest. The healer's words echo in my mind, reminding me of the danger that still lies ahead. But I have no choice. I have to keep going.
The rain has stopped, but the sky is still dark and foreboding. My clothes are soaked and heavy, which slows me down. But I push through, ignoring the growing exhaustion in my body.
On the third day of my escape, I start to feel like I am being watched. Paranoia sets in and every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig sends me into a panic.
But it's not just paranoia. Soon enough, I see soldiers on horseback coming towards me from the other side of the forest. My heart drops and I know they must be looking for me.
