Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Evanora's P.o.v:

          The sound of rushing water played like the chords of a violin underneath my trembling legs while the fear inside me grew in intensity, making me want to scream in agony. There was something about this fear of mine. It was excruciating, but fascinating at the same time. A witch shouldn't be afraid of anything. Yet, there I was, petrified, standing in the middle of a centuries-old wooden bridge, which was swinging from left to right at the whim of the rapid wind. My heart threatened to rip through my chest while my dress flared frantically in the air current caused by the coursing river underneath. I was weak. Fear made me weak. And, unfortunately, in this world filled with creatures, there existed no such thing as fear. Being afraid was as good as being dead. Fear transformed you into a prey. It tore you down. It locked you up in a cage that you couldn't escape. It held you back. The fear which was trampling through my veins was holding me back.
          I clenched my jaw and tried to give myself courage. I lied to myself about a better life. About a better world. In hopes that I could finally convince myself to keep on walking. The sound of rushed steps, accompanied by ragged breaths galloped all the way to my ears. The wolves. They reached the bridge.
          Opening my eyes, I saw the hazy contour of a man at the other end of the bridge. Magnus. He was waiting for me. He was willing to save me. All I had to do was cross the bridge and travel through the portal with him. Like that, this world would have been left behind.

Magnus: Come on, Eva! *he screamed at the top of his lungs* I know you can do it!
Evanora: *I opened one eye, but immediately closed it back when a breeze made the bridge swing from side to side* I can't!
Magnus: Believe in yourself! You're braver than you think!

          Breathing heavily, I looked over my shoulder at the pack of wolves which were staring at me through glassy, hungry eyes. My ears were ringing and my head was exploding in pain. I had to make a decision. I either crossed the bridge and overcame my fear or I became the meal of seven hungry wolves. I nodded to myself. The first option sounded better. With my heart beating on the rhythm of an ancient war song, I took a step forward. The wooden board creaked underneath my bare foot. A wolf growled behind me. The bridge swung from left to right.
          With a feeling of nausea starting to crawl up my throat, I took a deep breath and started running down the bridge. I had a half left from it. I could do it! The pack of wolves behind me growled angrily and, one after another, the animals rushed to chase after me. The weight that they added didn't help with my balance, but I forced myself to run faster. I even tried to ignite a spark of power, but I was too weak. I lost too much blood. The scenery danced in front of me as my head started to spin. The muffled noises that the wolves made behind me mingled with the sounds of the river and a bitter panic filled my stomach. I had a quarter left from the bridge. I was soon going to reach Magnus. I almost smiled at the thought, but my relief was only a facade. It was only a blanket which covered the ugly truth. That I was going to die. Right there, right then.
          A scream grazed my throat as a wooden board broke in two and my leg fell through it. The broken pieces fell with splashes into the freezing-cold water underneath and I was sure that I was next on the line. I grunted as I struggled to pull myself up using my elbows. I was crying. I didn't know why, though. Was it because of the stinging wounds on my leg? Was it because of the deadly situation? Was it because of both?
          However, I managed to pull myself up. Not on time though. I didn't have the chance to catch my breath as I soon fell on my stomach with a thud, this time the heavy body of an enormous wolf pinning me down. The bridge never stopped swinging and the lack of breath caused me chest pain. I struggled to turn around and push away the creature, but, before I could lift my arms, the sharp fangs of the wolf pierced through the flesh of my right cheek.