On The Edge of the Sword

Measures Twenty-one-Forty-five

'How could such a fine, young beauty need the worry to flee from such troubles?' he wandered as he observed her trying to rip the tangles in her hair away from an angry thicket. 

For hours he had been chasing after her. Wondering about on his trusty steed. Listening and waiting for an excuse to meet her. 

Out of curiosity perhaps, or maybe for the sake of it?

He was a diligent and authorized soldier of the king's brigade. An aristocrats first born. Well-known and very much highly respected.

Through hard work and training in the army, he had been promoted to general at a very young age. 

Not completely satisfying according to his father, though secretly he was very proud. Boasting about his skills and his ability to take down any number of men that he could come up with at a given time. 

Yeah, his father sure told some pretty outrageous stories, even ones that were not completely accurate. He had made one of his top priorities to fulfill his father's outlandish tales.

Now it was solely to find out what this engrossing stranger's name could possibly be. And if she needed any assistance.

He kept at a distance. 

Hoping that he wouldn't frighten her off, so that he wouldn't have to give chase again. Steadily he went down a questioning incline somehow succeeding in maneuvering his chestnut horse down it and through a brook scattered with rocks and stones.

Yet, there she went again. On the run. And there he went again. 

On with the chase.

. . .

Soon he realized where she was hastening to. A winding hill that soon or later dropped off and led to a . . . steep cliff. 

This region was not safe.

Many disasters and accidents have occurred here. The earth would sink/crash beneath someone's feet, pulling them in with it. Earthquakes rocked people off cliffs. Fires could start and trap someone in. 

Anything could happen. 

This place even toyed with any creature's mind. Changing everything. 

Every memory or characteristic of themselves could alter into something entirely different.

Utterly oblivious, she glided up one of the tallest of hills. Preparing his horse, he got ready to charge and follow. To stop her from what she was unaware of.

No matter how hard he tried calling out, she didn't hear him. Actually, she began to build up a more swift momentum as if she was preparing herself to leap off the edge.

Still he attempted to halt her incessant race for her life.

Her feet began to stumble over each other. 

A mixture of tree limbs and vines wrapped tightly around her legs, pulling her into the air. Once airborne, her body twisted and turned like she was performing a fierce dance with the forest demon that had taken hold of her. 

Yet this dance was menacing. Her body jerked in certain ways that shouldn't have. He could practically hear the deafening sound of her bones cracking and crunching as the beast flung her towards the ground.

She lay there, barely conscious as the beast prepared to send her over the edge.

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