Soza ran.
Soza had run so far ─ and for so long ─ she could barely keep track of the days passing by. She ran past towns, around rivers, and through forests. She stopped only to rest for the occasional few hours.
Soza was distracting herself.
She was distracting herself from the thoughts that probed at her mind; that poked and squished through her brain, squeezing at her lungs and chest as she gasped.
Even in sleep the thoughts haunted her, as she found herself plagued by nightmares. The distractions, mixed with the loss of sleep and the tireless traveling, had made her peach toned skin appear more ashy, as it lost its previous royal splendor. Her dark brown hair wasn't silky smooth anymore, and it fell behind her back. Even her sharp amber eyes didn't look the same anymore.
They were empty.
Soulless.
Though a certain darkness lied beyond that, lurking, waiting, oh so patiently, to finally make its move. To break through that cracking shell of a person, and finally, claim its victory over it's master.
Her eyes looked like somebody that had been through hell, and now they had come out as the devil himself.
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THE HEART OF THE FORSAKEN; atla
Fantasy───── the third heir sequel. ─── takes place during the comic timeline; though a lot is made up. ❝ there is freedom in not belonging, you know. ❞ ───── STATUS; on-going ─ EXTREMELY slow updates. ───── atla x oc. ─ written, 12 - 24...