Tower of White

III

   Okay... I am very sorry about taking so long to upload this. With the holidays and everything, it was pretty busy. I have already started the next chapter, though, so it should not be as long for me to publish it. 

   Also, PLEASE help me for any spelling mistakes. I have lots of fractured and run-on sentences (on purpose), but I wrote this chapter in a hurry to try and get it out. If you see anything, just let me know. 

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   The wind around me was whirling- the sky was a nice shade of black, and the trees casted a nice pathway of pebbles and leaves for me to run through.

   My dress was thoroughly ripped, I could tell by the way it kept getting caught on the twigs and branches that I trailed by. My feet were cement- from the way they felt and the way they looked. And I can almost guarantee that if someone placed a mirror in front of me, my hair would resemble the forest- dark and dusty, not the usual champagne blonde.

   When the man, my hunter, told me to run- I was hesitant. At first, I thought it would merely be a trick, entertaining himself by telling me I could get a chance to escape.

   But no.

   He was running after me, probably with an arrow or a dagger strapped to his side, and all I could do was try and get as far away from him as possible.

   I was very confident in myself for the first few yards or so, I remember my grandfather telling me about a river that ran from the north- if I followed it I would be brought back into town. But the further I drifted into the woods, the more hesitant I became about my knowledge. Abaddon was not one to lie, but it could have been a fairytale he told me to make me fall asleep. I also was not that good with directions, north could be to the right of me- I honestly wouldn't have a clue.

   But nonetheless, I kept running.

   In the time that the hunter had beckoned me to leave him, a couple things had happened. One, I threw my heels- both a blessing and a curse. I kept tripping with the shoes, they dragged me down. On the downside, I was barefoot. Running through a forest. With twigs and sticks and leaves and pine needles. So I dropped my shoes- threw my shoes- casting them with all of the other trinkets wanderers leave behind.

   Two, my breath had become far more shaky than I had ever anticipated. Breathing was not on the list of things I was mainly worried about when running for my life, but it has made its way to the top in these last five minutes. The air going into my lungs was cold and moist, it was still winter afterall- and nightfall. My throat became a dried up patch and the air coming out was white like snow.

   I couldn't last another ten minutes without a rest- maybe not even that long.

   I felt like I should take a break anyway- clear my head and try to figure out who this hunter truly was. But if I did that, I feared, it would be my biggest regret.

   Second biggest regret, I suppose. The first being walking in this stupid forest in the first place- alone.

   If Helius were here, I swear he could wipe out my chaser with just his fist- make him forget everything in a split second. He was really strong, my guy was, I remember running my fingers up and down his muscles while he would read to me, or while we danced in the street during the town's big events.

   But he's not here. And I'm alone. And I need to come up with a plan fast, before I stand before the Lord himself.

   Why did I have to lie and say I felt sick? I guess this was God's big joke on you- not liking that I lied straight to someone's face.