Hybrid: The Mark

The Idyll

Sirah walked her way, limping and hopping through pain. Her eyes snapped to the trees whenever it's leaves rustled. She looked frantically around for danger and initially calmed herself to the harmony of the wind. Sirah paused to breathe when her body refused to walk. Her bones ached and she started to sweat against the scarf and the gloves. She reached out for the scarf, wincing as she slowly removed the scarf from her neck. The wind started blowing, cooling Sirah. She looked around, her neck craning at the deep forest ignited by the dancing sunlight onto the forest floor. Sirah felt the freedom around her. She stood for few moments inhaling the wind before walking again.

Sirah clutched the quiver biting into her shoulders and threw it down along with her bow. She felt breathless through her pain but willed herself to walk again not even glancing at the stranded quiver and the bow behind her. Her eyes occasionally glanced behind for danger. Her shoes crunched the dried leaves as she walked through the forest, starting to dim. She inhaled around her surroundings before stopping to walk again.

Sirah snapped her vision when she heard a noise behind her. Her hands immediately grasped the knife in her belt. She slowly walked through the bushes, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife. Sirah pressed her lips when she found nothing. Small traces of fear started creeping up her spine. Painfully. She continued walking, dragging her shoes against the path to forget the rising fear inside her.

Sirah's steps slowed down when the sun started to set. She looked around for any advancing danger and heaved relief when she found none. Her vision led to a tree with branches growing out making it an ideal hideout with wild growing bushes around it. Sirah walked through the bushes before sitting down between the tree and the bushes. She was well hidden before the bushes. A smile rose on her face when she let her fingers graze the corrugated bushes. She found the idyllic place to rest.

Sirah sat down, leaning against the bark of a tree and gasped when pain stung on her back. She slowly adjusted herself before laying down on the ground. Sirah grit her teeth through the never ending pain. She fixed her eyes on the dark sky above, lit by thousands of stars to avoid her pain. It was a revelation that how she forgot her pain while watching the sky. Her conscious drifted to nothingness. Moments started appearing before her eyes. The archery proficiency, the Tally and the fight against Edward and Milan. Sirah let out an unexpected laugh when she thought of the two. Her breath hitched when the image of her father appeared before her eyes. Her fingers curled around her knife. If only, if only her father was dead instead of her mother. Strange thoughts made her cringe. Vision of her father being stabbed by her. She couldn't help but smile at that thought.

Sirah felt finally free, laying under the stars. Her solitude presence calmed her. She breathed in of what she though was her long earned freedom and closed her eyes, her fingers uncurling from the blade as she let her exhaustion take over her. Her soul finally at rest through the halcyon forest, swaying with the wind under the glimmering night sky.