Love, Death, and the Aging Lady

01: Adeline

Bodies everywhere, a beautiful cascade of dancing corpses and screaming horses. In deathly comradeship, men struck and Adeline took away into the night.

To her left, a man fell from his steed with an enthusiastic finale; spear dropped with an audible sigh amongst the calamity of the conflict, but not a word from the lifeless man. Glancing to her right, the police officer tried desperately to maintain performance and rhythm with the heavy iron in his hand, but bullets ceased and blade creased a slight across his chest. Crimson fireworks exploded from their hearts, earthy tones cascaded their limbs, and she kept on running, running through the forest of death.

Truth be told, this beautiful spectacle of violent villany would have been postponed if it were not for her vital presence, for she lead the police to this humming grave and gave the locals the target they so dearly thirsted for.  Like a bird in the wind, she merely had to watch as the bodies hit the dancefloor - or rather, the forest floor.

With renewed haste, she carried her limbs through the tired sentinels and emerald blades cut her skin with the spite of nature. She wanted to stop, wanted it all to stop, but she kept on running. Even then, amidst the distractive commotion, she could feel his cold tones whispering within her, urging with rationality and bitter brutality for her to come back. Mud kissing her toes, she darted through the ranks of locals and avoided their intrusive grasps and feverish words, which screamed of prophecy and fates she felt alien to, but chained by.

The sun cast a heavenly smile across the horizon, night reluctantly giving up its seat to day, and smirked in pleasure at the atrocity at hand. Fatigued, Adeline had managed to escape the ranks of fighting and serenity pulsed through the last stretch of the forest. She was almost there, and he was almost touching her.

Spinning wildly at the touch, her body recoiled from the fingers of the police officer. He steadied himself, she shaked in dread, he approached, she detatched, he reached out, she lashed out.
"Adeline - don't!"
Crunch
It was too late for the poor boy, barely reaching manhood, as his head flooded with matter and crimson tears. And she kept on running.

Lingering in pity, part of her despised her actions of killing such an innocent soul, for he had no personal investment within the case of her retrieval and her escape. But, like melancholic inevitability, his duty ultimately lead to his brutal demise. Perhaps she would pray for him later, but God answered no prayers anymore; the world is torn and faith is broken, but we still mend our heartaches and call it home. As one mights say, for love of God is dying, and the crack of police bones answered such faith with a horrific hym.

Guns plundered men, girl murdered ground, the merciless onslaught behind was forgotten and the evening envied her passage; trees seemed hostile now, sky furrowing its clouded brows, and wind snatching skin with the echo of the past. Like bad blood on clear water, she sought the past they told her to forget, and dragged the present wounds with her - the future was unclear, slowly dying and rapidly reviving. Her foster parents tried to stop her from this, so did the corpses behind her, and now the very forest fetched her pursuit in wooded claws, burning, and waiting to drag her away into some fairytale alcove.

Don't stop now, kill the envious moon and stab the pains of the past.
Cold as ever, his distant tones numbed her hesitation.
Nara calls for you, once again.
They called for her in the past, and she was told to forget. Now, as her passage made a close, she knew what she had to do, even if countless men must fall for her satisfaction:

The answer to the first riddle, and the last. Nara.