home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Another long day has passed with no luck on finding the relic. She looked to the evenings stars wondering if there was some sort of answer from the gods. When she first arrived her she felt as if there must be a reason for her to be here. It happened at the right moment, the perfect adrenaline filled moment where at one second her captor, the man who scared her so much not to run is in a fight. Some alcohol filled fight with some stranger she never met. Her heart racing behind her pale skin, she didn’t know what to do at first but then she ran for the door. She had been trying to entertain some other gentleman in the bar when she jumped from his lap and ran. Everything was happening in slow motion. The instant she opened the door she saw it was snowing. The world was black and white and she could see nothing past the light from the door, she didn’t know where she was but she kept going. Her steps leaving perfect prints in the snow. She had no shoes on and she can feel the cold in between her toes. She ran down the road through the mud of wheel tracks and hoofprints. She fell once, her knees falling in the dirt. She looked at her hands for a moment before she turned to consider the dark where she had run from the man who had turned out to be the worst decision of her life. She pushed herself up in her pink dress and kept running until her soft feet slapping in the dirt turned into hooves pounding the dirt.
In one moment, she was here and the snow had stopped. It was like she could almost see it again as she stared at the evenings sky next to this lake. This lake where she decided she would stay for the night. She may never get another chance to see this lake after the sovereigns are decided for the lands and the borders close. This is such a beautiful place. She looked over the waters of the lake with pink eyes that glowed in the evening sunlight. Bugs littered the top of the water as far as she could see. The clouds from the rain earlier are gone now and leaving the most beautiful auburn and purple sunset over the land. Her last search of the evening would be the lake shore while the sun remained and then she would sleep with the stars as her blanket and the lake her view.
