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The rain fell down hitting the ground as her running crushed the branches and splattered the mud. She exhaled as she ran, her hair flowing behind her as the icy wind flattered it and froze her in sheer cold. She was in pain, she was in despair, but she could not stop as she had to keep running. The scenery did not abide to change, tree after tree, flower after flower, all soaking up and drinking their fair share from the sky. Her dress was soaked and muddied, her tears mixing with the everlasting rain that hailed on the ground. She could not understand what happened, what changed, what fell, but the moment she felt her utopia, her world, her life falling, she ran and ran and ran. Away she went and to the forest decided to go. And there was no way or reason for her to turn back and return. Her lungs were straining but she just couldn't stop. Not now. She has to run far, far away. She has to get out of the kingdom. She has to escape.
"WHERE DID SHE GO!", she gasped as she heard the voices of men shouting, their heavy boots crushing the snow and branches as they ran aiming to catch her.
"FIND THE DAMNED WITCH!", she heard him and stopped. Her heart beating but not because of her running, no, and oh she wished it was because of running.
"Why? Even you? Of all people why you?!", she placed a hand on her mouth trying to suppress her falling tears.
She clutched her dress as she cried and began to run again. Each step gave her heart another wound, another crack, but she could not accept the shattering of her heart in the exchange of them finding her. She can cry later, she can scream later, she can hate him later. But now she has to make her way out of the forest and to the gates of the kingdom to escape this opened hell.
