I have been running, panting in the woods. Everything seemed foreign to me.
I look form left to right while running. Everywhere was eerie and somewhat quiet. So what was I running from?.
I grip the hem of my gown firmly, scared I may fall. Looking below me, and strangely the floor is not filled with sand. The surface of the earth. As it should, but it is filed with ice.
How?.
My breathing quickened. What is going on?.
Did the ground freeze?. Is that even possible?.
No that's not. My surrounding does not feel or look like the palace.
Neither does it look like the kingdom of Meth.
The kingdom!, where is Ares?. Why am I running alone?.
I am so terrified! Am I dreaming?. Am I not?. This feels so real.
Oh heavens. Can't I stop running?. I want to but I cannot just bjng myself to stop running. .
Especially when I dont know who or what I am running from.
