Icy Paths
Prologue:
Victory and Loss
She ran, leaping over corpses, her feet almost always splashing into pools of blood.
Her heart was beating hard in her chest, and her thighs were stinging. Her hair fanned out behind her as she ran, her eyes taking in the chilling sight around her: bodies lying in piles around, houses being set on fire and soldiers fighting off villagers.
Tears shone in her eyes as she ran, memories of the events flashing in her head.
She remembered how she had gone to sleep, how she had been awoken some time later by screams, how her mother had told her to get out of the house and run for the gates.
And then she had come out of her house, and seen soldiers running around, fighting villagers, and burning houses.
Without thinking, she had run off through the war scene, thinking of her parents, who were alone in the house, probably defending themselves against five or more soldiers.
The thought of it made her heart sink and she prayed that they would remain alive, and safe.
The gates of Byeran, the village, weren’t far now. Lily ran as fast as she could, and soon, she was out of the gates. Out of the chaos, and into a little shelter and safety. She leaned against the gate, panting heavily.
“Magic is more powerful than speed will ever be.” A voice said.
Lily looked behind her. The only thing she saw was a bright flash of light, before she fell to the ground.
