Brisk footsteps followed Georgiana into the forest. Her dress and petticoats twisted with each step she took. The dark forest whipping by her in a rush. She felt as swift as lightning, shooting between trees and around bushes. Her corset bit into her torso as she whirled into a turn. A dark mist covered the forest floor. She craned her head around to check behind her. Men were still following her. Fear and panic took over her senses as she ran.
She tried to run faster but her feet wouldn't follow command. Her lungs burned, crying out in agony for warm and slower breaths. The cold air biting at her skin, stealing her precious warmth. She wore no coat, no cloak, no gloves, nothing. She faced nothing but darkness. Cold and heartless black. She was alone, and that frightened her. Behind her she heard shouts and barked commands. Horse hooves beating against the ground in a steady rhythm. The men were gaining on her. She commanded her feet to move faster. But it wasn't enough. Horses surrounded her on every side. Everywhere she turned there were soldiers. The men shouted at her ordering her to stop.
Ignoring them, she refocused herself to the confusion in front of her. Her feet picked up momentum as she ran, gliding her through the night forest. Her hair danced behind her as wind came in a rush, blowing against her. Trying to stop her, or even slow her down. But unexpectedly, the wind changed tactics. It softly pressed against her back now, urging her in the right direction, it seemed. As if it were guiding her. She felt it, the wind was guiding her. She moved with it, depended on it. Turned where the wind turned, twirled when it did. All panic and fear gone from her system. Adrenaline pumping hard and fast in her veins, making her pulse accelerate. Her confidence and courage appeared. She smirked, enjoying herself. Pride and spirit welled up inside of her.
Her feet were picking up a faster pace, still feeling the wind against her back. The gentle pressure urging her faster. Branches flew past her as she cocntinued her dash. She felt the stealth of a horse, her legs ignoring the aggravating skirts of her dress. She was exhilerated and felt the adrenaline in her veins as she ran. Her heart pumping hard and fast in her chest. Her lungs were on fire, crying out in sheer pain. But her legs would not stop, didn't want to. For the first time she felt free. The exciting feeling drove her feet faster, driving delicious waves of joy through her very being. The absorption of the moment took away her awareness. She twisted her head around to see nothing behind her. She was grinning as she twisted back around.
Beaming, something long and hard came into view; she couldn't bring her feet to slow down as she slammed into the end of a musket. The force of the blow slammed her into the forest floor. She layed there, in pain and unable to move. She tried to move to face her attacker, but couldn't bring herself to lift her head up. She lied there, welcoming unconsciousness.
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