AN ENCHANTER'S FORETELLING. [NARNIA]

CHAPTER TWENTY | RUN

NOTE: brief mention of blood.
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CHAPTER TWENTY
RUN

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All she remembered was that she had been running. Running away from something. No, at first, she thought it was a mere memory or a reminder of what had happened when she first arrived to the mystical Narnia. But this one—oh, this time—it was far, far worse. The salty tears spilling from her squinted brown eyes made her vision too blurry. It was entirely too dark as the night sky turned even darker than before. She couldn't see the tallest of pine trees surrounding her, including the tiny pebbles that scratched her feet, arms, and everything in its path.

By the Lion, everything ached so much.

Heavy horse hooves reverberated in her ear, and a searing pain only grew worse and worse on her arm, stomach, legs, everything. Everything hurt, everything felt like it was burning, and the burning sensation only increased and worsened as she ran faster and faster into the deep, eerie western woods. It seemed horses were chasing after her, for the damp ground beneath her bare feet trembled with their every step. No... now they seemed as if they were indeed giants, and her damp, heavy dress was only slowing her down even more.

Her bloodied hand instinctively grabbed her side, the side that had been hurting the most, and it was no surprise when she saw the sharp piece of wood still piercing into her swollen skin. She cursed under her breath as the shouts from the giants—no, maybe wolves— that followed her echoed all around her. Oh, what had happened? How did she get there?—and why does it feel so, so real? It couldn't have been the time she ran from the beast in the estate of her home. This one was much, much worse than that time.

Has this happened before? Or is it inside my head? Where even am I? Where are the Pevensies? This string of questions were ringing inside her head as she sprinted, hurrying to get away from menacing pack of wolves and giants chasing her without a sign of stopping.

She tried stopping, but she couldn't. She simply couldn't. She couldn't do anything.

Run. Before it's too late.

Her breath hitched up in her dry throat, and her sharp, fallen branches pierced into the skin of her foot. Oh, but her sides, her sides hurt like hell, and the pain was too overwhelming, for she was losing a lot of blood. Still, she carried on despite the ever growing searing pain in her foot and her blurry vision threatening to black out. Not to mention the heavy flow of tears staining her already damp, rosy cheeks as she let out desperate ragged breaths.

It was a matter of time before she lost her battle to the overwhelming pain in her abdomen and feet, before her body fell limp against the ground. She hit her head with something sharp and heavy. As swiftly as her legs were given out, her vision was flooded with the hot, red liquid until she couldn't see or hear anything other than the ear-splitting shout of her name after she had collapsed...