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The Winding Path



There was nothing but darkness.

From the darkness grew a sensation of hard and frozen mounds hitting against the backs of her legs. Thud thud thud. Why the earth had to be so violent?

Slowly she could seperate a disharmonious rhythm of metallic clatter. The edge of her shield, dragging against the violent earth, pulling her arm.

Everything faded back to darkness again.

From the darkness grew a sensation of someone embracing her tightly, pulling her along the ground. The stranger's arms were unwilling to allow the shadows to swallow her.

She pushed her eyelids open, twisting in pain by awaken reflex. The pain was everywhere, inside her head, her stomach, her legs. It was even eating her toes! She drew in a ragged breath and let out a heart shattering whimper. It was a very quiet one, and it could have been the last sound she made in this world...

If the woman who was pulling her had not been so stubborn!

They would get to the horses.