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PERIPETEIA💫
The taste of freedom was intoxicating and she was nearly inebriated.
Her stray hairs flew wildly around her face, carried by the strong wind her equitation was producing.
She was riding at a very fast almost sickening gallop down the stone path.
She was extremely excited and nonchalantly delighted.
She eas raring to see what her freedom would bring her, happy at her peripeteia.
She gradually came to a slow halt at the sound of running water, splashing loudly in the silence of the night.
She urged the horse into a lazy walk as they arrived at a dead end -it was not so dead anyways.
The stone pathway had ended at the shores of a lake.
Her earlier internal ululation died within seconds as disappointment began to slowly seep into her, lambent yet lethal.
She hung her head, disturbed.
This meant that she had to turn back and go the intersection to try another pathway, maybe the straight path and not the left.
Meanwhile, the approaching sound of horses hooves indicated that she was being chased after.
It made her heart catch in her thoracic cavity, causing her diaphragm to stretch upwards, attempting to smother her heart.
She knew without being told that she had been found and was being pursued.
They were coming for her.
The hooves drew closer.
She looked left and right, forward and backward.
She was confused, unable to make a decision in that moment.
She would regret not doing so much later.
She was completely caught between the approaching devil and the clear water of the lake.
This was because there was only forest thickets on her left and right.
She decided at the last moment to dart into it nonetheless, despite whatever wild animal awaited her in it. She would risk it.
An arrow whisked past her, frightening her horse, indicating that it was too late to do so.
Her pursuers had caught up with her, pursued and overtook, yet to recover.
She would not let them recover.
She turned towards them all.
The Linamine soldiers flocked unto the shore from the stone path on horses, surrounding her quickly.
Their numbers made her raring spirit nearly die.
But that picture of her, wild and free, unrestrained in a lovely meadow came to her mind.
And her dead spirit sizzled to life, reviving with a new vigour.
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