Prologue- The escape

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Sprinting towards the gnarled branches, she didn't stop for a second to take a deep breath. Silent wails echoed, bouncing off into the darkness. The sting of wind blurred the view of the trees ahead, hair whipped across her face, struggling to protect her child. She ran blindly through the forest as fast as possible, trying to diverge the tracker's path.


Patricia, her daughter was held tightly in between her arms against her chest. Her pitch black hair curled at the shape of her neck, popping out from her mother's shoulder. Blue eyes shinning with cleverness in the murkiness of the evening twilight, her hands flailing wildly. Five year old Ricia always suspected that her parents were hiding from something, but she never bothered to ask or more like she thought of it as a mere figure of her creative imagination.


Her mother, Adele and Ricia ran together splitting up from her father and her sister Cassandra going in to different paths. The attackers divided into two different troops keeping up with them.


Further down in the distance an eerie glow illuminated the surrounding trees. She jogged towards the light slowly catching her breath. As she neared the light, it grew to be larger than expected. The light swung slowly as the wind picked up the pace. Gray clouds covered the sky, the breeze turned into wind, wind turned into storm and all of a sudden, light droplets of water fell from the sky.


Dropping to her knees, she clutched patricia to her chest, protecting her from the rain. lightning struck a tree further behind her, catching on fire, suddenly the trees nearby were ablaze. Seeking shelter, she clawed her way to the light. Emerging behind the light was a house's porch. Taking time to decide the faith of her daughter. She walked towards the porch, taking baby steps and laid the child in front of the door, clasping a fire shaped necklace with Patricia's name on the behind, " wear it... it will protect you." her mother murmured. with one last turn, she fled the house, disappearing along with the shadows.

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