"We must be quick."
I was near out of breath as Mayla and I ran through the woods. I wanted to look back so bad but I couldn't. She told me not to.
I watched her loose brown curls sway with every stride and tucked my black hair behind my ear before taking just one glance back at the three story, crowded clan house I called home.
"What did I tell you?" she hissed, suddenly stopping and grabbing my wrist. "I'm risking my life for you and you can't follow simple instructions."
"I'm sorry," I breathed. "I-I just. . ."
"Sh, child. Just keep running."
It was starting to get dark and we needed the last light of day to start our process. So with my bag tucked tight under my arm and my mind set on one task, I ran.
***
"Help me!" I screamed. My nails were filled with dirt and my arms ached at my frantic motions.
Mayla ran her hands shakily through her hair before getting on her knees beside me and helping me dig. We didn't have any tools nor did we have the precious time we needed. What we did have was determination, mine driven more than hers.
"We have five minutes 'til sundown," Mayla breathlessly said, "Faster."
Warm tears rolled down my cheeks in frustration. I needed every second to count. I groaned and whimpered at the blood growing under my nails and the cramps forming in my fingers.
"Dig like you want this!" she hissed.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Dig like the future depends on it."
I pounded my fists into the giving dirt.
"Damnit, Chad, dig like you want her back!"
I cried out as I clawed at the casket, ripping my nail clean off my finger.
I sobbed and through my teary eyes I read the delicate engraving on the wood.
Cheyenne Morrow
"Two minutes to spare. Give me the key."
A/N: Welcome to Part 2 everyone!
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