Her Trail | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

➹𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟶𝟷

THE TREES BLURRED passed her sight as the snapping of twigs echoed in the barely lit forest. The crunching of the dried leaves disturbed the silence as a shadow hurriedly ran for dear life. The cold night air is then greeted by a panting looking worn-out girl.

She stopped, looked at her back, sighed and ran again.

Guinevere Baroque, runaway proud princess of the Gorge Castle is sprinting on the dark forest as if her whole life depended on it. Being chased by her new nemesis, the Paxley mages, for days is tiring her out. Despite her stamina and combat capabilities, she is merely a human who also get tired. She checked if the coast is clear once again as she can hear her own heaving breathes, she badly want to conceal but having a hard time doing so.

She couldn't see them anymore but she is rather careful and would like to put as much distance with them.

The forest is colder and her breathing is getting thinner. She halted to a stop and leaned on a tree while peeking behind her back. When she saw that the coast is clear once again, she heaved a deep sigh of relief and closed her eyes to rest.

Her soreness kicked in and she finally succumbed to unconsciousness, hoping and praying that no one could spot her on the deep canopy of the forest.

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Gusion leaned on a tree and is now staring at a royalty-looking girl. His cerulean orbs accessed her state as the moon barely shone beneath his eyelids. That's fine, no biggie. He is accustomed to looking at the dark after all. She seemed familiar to him but he couldn't grasp where and how he have met her.

Her mouth is parted with a snore and her neck is leaning on a trunk of a tree. Over all, her position screams stiff neck. He ended up snapping his head left to right consciously.

It was ridiculous though, the way her cheeks are of the color of a red rose and the way her breathing seems to be uneven— erratic is the best way to describe it. 

Gusion have no choice but to poke her to wake her up. She looks like she's having a fever.

The reaction was immediate, before he can even touch her forehead to poke her, her eyes snap open and she gripped his hand hard with a fierce look in her face. Gusion was in awe but recovered.

She was strong, but it seems like her strength is deteriorating because of her condition.

"You're sick." He told her in a calm voice to somehow soothe her.

It was ineffective.

She replied with a glare and threw a clumsy punch near his hip bone using her available hand. He catches it, of course.

"L-Let go of me, you pervert!" She spat in his face and Gusion frowned at her accusation. The hell?

"I said let go of me!" She smashed both their foreheads together and Gusion let go of her with a 'fuck!'

He step away from her and she scrambled to stand up in a fighting position.

"What's wrong with you, you royalty auburn bitch!?" He caressed his forehead and glared at her.

"P-Pardon?!" She glared back but her eyes seems hazy and her surroundings are getting blurry under her eyelids.

She stumbled clumsily and tried regaining her balance by leaning on the tree. Cold sweat broke through her neck and forehead erupting to a goosebump.