War of Norah

Prologue

P.O.V. of ???                                                                                 (You will discover her name later in the story.)

"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."

~Unknown~

War cries and screams surrounded her as her home was being destroyed. Her mother cradled her in her arms, running from the men that came in the night, soldiers of their enemies. Past burning houses and corpses of her people, the mother ran to the gate entrance of the city and put down her dear child. Whispering that everything was ok to her, saying everything would be fine, lying to calm her child.

"It's ok. Everything's okay," she smiled. "I need you to follow a path in the woods. Can you do that for me?" The little girl nodded. "Good, good. When you reach a fork in the road turn left an keep going until you reach the next town. Understand?"

"Mom? Why? What are doing? Are you going to come with me?" She franticly asked.

"I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Run. Just run. Ok? Run!" Then she pushed her child out of the way as the gates came down, trapping everyone inside from fleeing, as well as the soldiers.

She kept screaming. Telling her daughter to run as an enemy soldier came racing towards her. He threw her back and grabbed her by the hair. Her beloved child stumbled back, watching as the man drew his sword.

He was too deep in his blood lust to realize one of the citizens had escaped. As he fought the poor woman who had escaped to draw her own weapon, the young child ran into the dark foreboding woods, glancing back only once to see her mother falling to the ground, the man walking towards her dead body and cutting off her head as a trophy.

She cried, distracting the man from his action before running. Tree branches grasped at her, struggling to cage her as she ran deeper in the woods. Forgetting about the path in front of her, she kept repeating the same image in her head. Her mother was dead. She knew that. Her head was held in the man's hand, it was unmistakable.

Her eyes overflowed in tears and her vision became blurry. The darkness was getting heavier, seeming to drag her down. She came to the fork in the path, and ran to the left as her mother said.

Her lungs and chest burned, her feet ached, and she couldn't see. She fell to the ground, feeling an immense amount of pain in her ankle. But she couldn't stop yet. She had to run. She had to.... keep going... What was that?

A dark figure, a shadow darker then what was already around her, flew around her before disappearing. Again it flew past, except somewhere else this time. Then again, and again. There were multiple silhouettes around her now. Nine, to be exact. And they all were looking at her. Like predators who just snared their prey.

O O O

I screamed awake, coming back to reality from the dream I had once again endured. Another nightmare. Can my brain at least not think of anything else new to haunt me at night?

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