go crazy just keep the theme ok?
as she stood up from the fallen log, Narva's legs screamed in protest. her cloak now covered in bits of moss, bushing the moss to the ground her breathing gently slowed to a rhythmic pattern but her heart remained rapid and unwavering. "how long must this go on!" she thought to herself. It had been 5 days since the black magicans had attacked her village killing all in there path and it still felt as if it had only happened mearly an hour ago. "I'm such a coward! I shouldn't have left them." she mused. "you would have been killed with the rest of them if you did, what could you of done against 7 fully grown magicans, your only 15" a voice in her head replied." i could of fought them!" she argued."and do you seriously expect to win against them." silence followed "that has to the first sign of madness having arguments with myself!" she pushed the thought away and stared up into the sky in an attempt to find which way north was, the moon was full and glowed brightly bathing everything in its wake and staining them a pale Sapphire blue. Filling the rest of the sky was a random scatter of stars that seemed to glistened back at her innocently, she now regreted not paying attention to her fathers lessons. "no!" she screamed at herself "don't think about them!" "too late" she fell to her knees as a tear ran down and fell from her cheek hitting a rock and scattering as if it had been made of glass. She felt wetness seeping through her robes to her knees.. her despair turned to pure hatred as she thought of who was responsible for these feelings she clenched her fists and pounded the ground leaving two dents in the earth. She rose trying to control the stream of tears eventually she reduced them to an occasional sober her long black hair which was once sleek shiny and smooth was now knoted, dirty and clung to her face. brushing it back she suddenly froze in alarm as she heard the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. She stared out towards the heavily shadowed area from where the sound had came. An unnatural silence fell upon the meadow. the smell of frost came to her senses making warmth and hope flee and leaving fear cold and despair. she wanted to move, she wanted to turn and run but an odd sensation held her fixed with her eyes frantically searching the shadows. suddenly she felt a stab of fear her face drained of all its colour leaving a sickly white as she stared towards a cloaked figure emerging from the shadows like a like a dark cloud drifting from the horizon. the voice in her head returned with a simple yet chilling command "run!" as she broke from the paralyzing fear she turned on her heel and ran. An unfamiliar mind seem to burrow itself into hers causing a sting of pain throughout her body. "that's right Narva run! run for your life!" the voice held sheer determination and anger. the voice echoed through her mind. trees became a blure as they rushed past her the moon staring at her constantly. "faster, faster!" she cryed. her cloak rippled behind her as she fled. the trees seemed to leap from her path as she approached, to form two blankets of green on either side of her. Just then a powerful force slammed into her back sending her crashing face first to the ground her face contorted with pain and frustration. The distress was unmissable, relentless as if resting on a slab of ice. Pine needles clung to her face an earthy smell lingered about her. her heart drummed against the ground. as she reluctantly opened her eyes she caught a haunting sight a long black robe towered over her from within it a grinning pale face which was now visible against the eye of the moon. his eyes boar into her. as if she could hide nothing from him. he slowly raised his palm to face her and her blood froze with fear.
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