The grass beneath her worked as friction and stopped her from rolling any further. "Ouch!" she flickered in pain. She immediately got on all fours and stood up. She firmly pressed her palm on the wound and started to run again.
The wind continuously blew in her direction. She bit her lips to contain the excruciating pain, which, at some point, started to taste like iron. Her legs were about to give up, and her hand felt like it was starting to paralyze.
"There you are." The sound of Noel's voice echoed in the forest.
"A freak in the name of a priest," she cursed, and she continuously ran. As she continued to run, a place where a large fire was lit started to appear before her. A glint of hope glimmered in her eyes, and she immediately ran towards it, giving it a second chance and hoping for a safer place.
"Excuse me," she said, sliding in front of the crowd on her knees, which were scraping hard.
