(A/N: If you read my Journal, you probably saw my draft of this. So you know what's gonna happen.)
-Raven's POV-
I ran, tripping over my own feet. I was going faster than I knew I could go. I turned around to see if they had followed me, which they hadn't.
Something red and warm was running down my chest from a cut just below my neck. Blood. I'm bleeding. Ugh, isn't there anything around here I can use to patch this up? I couldn't see anything useful. My hand would have to do for now.
Finally, after searching for a bit, I came across a tree. Since I had probably done this a million times to my friends, the technique was burned into my brain. I yanked some leaves off of the tree, then some vines. I covered the scratch with the leaves, and then I wrapped the vines around myself to hold the leaves in place.
I looked back again to see if anyone was there... and I saw a girl walking towards me, a bow in hand.
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Fighting Fear
PertualanganRaven has been sent to conquer the creator of Fear- but is she up to the task? (This is a rewrite of the previous version.)
