She put her foot down with rage and discontent and sharply turned around to depart from her surroundings as quickly as she could.
'This isn't happening, this isn't right!" she exclaimed to herself in desperate need of it being her delusion and pinched herself to confirm the situation's realism.
"Ouch!" She cried in pain. Sadly, Her fears had been proven right. This was actually happening. This was real, much to her disbelief.
Suddenly, the pale sky changed to a venomous violet mixed with tones of crimson. Trees trembled with fear and aggressive winds roared in her ears, blowing her hair violently in all directions. This was a big enough warning signal that didn't require any explanation: evil was definitely on its way to devour her.
She could feel it already. Unfortunately, again, much to her disbelief.
Her stubbornness and unwillingness to obey were soon going to make her suffer that the Fates themselves were coming to punish her. Severely.
She knew that she had made them furious. Indeed very furious as she was beginning to sense them and the danger heading towards her with them.
They were slowly closing in cautiously carrying their starving souls with every passing millisecond.
The atmosphere was now turning sickly sweet and acidic and she could barely breathe. She felt as if her soul was being sucked out by a hidden force, meant to destroy every ounce of her being.
She was yearning to cry, but her tears evaporated before flooding out from her tear-ducts as the temperature around her was increasing so rapidly and was becoming so heavy that it was making her feel as if she was standing under a thick layer of molten lava.
However, she knew that it wasn't the time to become overly consumed by emotions. It was the time to face her fear like she did every time. Boldly.
Also, now was the time when she finally could courageously change her pre-destined faith. She had decided that she wouldn't leave this rare opportunity for anything, not even if it meant for her to lose her life because the truth couldn't be altered in any way: death was waiting until the count of ten.
There was no turning back.
