I felt so free with it gone no more fear, just peace. I was so calm I had begun to sing... wait that wasn't my singing. My eyes widened I got up and looked round. No one, but right my side lay a bag full of food, I began to rummage through the bag forgetting it had been empty when I had laid down to sleep. It all looked so good I began to eat but before I had bitten into the luxurious food I remembered, it had been empty. Looking round cautiously i got up and ran, ran for ages until the ocean was in sight but still I did not feel safe, although the thing had left me I felt it like it was always there, watching me, judging me. I began to get scared but I couldn't it was watching, but it was always watching ways there. Calm Dawn you must me strong I said to myself. Remember it can't hurt you and it's probably not it it might be something else be STRONG. Name it if you have to... Name it...
"The nightwalker," I gasped though deep breaths. The singing had reappeared and was getting louder every second.
My eyes opened, I got up quickly and looked at the surroundings I was back and it was just turning dawn... It was just a dream. I sighed and slumped down on the stump of the tree. Dawn, I gasped in horror as I remembered who it was... it was me! I had been running for such a long time my name had just slipped into oblivion. I was so confused at the thought of the others I was running from, what would they think of me? Would they miss me, be overjoyed at my disappearance? For once I was thinking about other things that it... No not it forget. it's not with you anymore. It's gone it's gone it's go-
"AHHH!" I cried as something heavy fell suddenly from the tree!
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When I woke it was dark, the stars were, like usual, shining brilliantly.
For once I did not wake up cold in fact I was lovely and warm, in the background I could hear the crackle of flames... wait flames I hadn't lit that fire, FIRE! It was right I was going to die of natural disasters before it...
Without second thoughts I jumped to my feet and began to run but found myself trapped in the ting of flames I had so desperately wanted to run from.
"Who are YOU?" Hissed a voice from behind the cloud of smoke and flames. My breaths were steady, I looked up... behind the flames stood a tall imposing figure.
-=END OF CHAPTER=-
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Broken footsteps
FantasyMy beating heart, the whispers, the isolation... When will this get to my head, there are a lot of broken things in the world and non of which we call good, saying something is broken that's a bad thing right? That's why I call it the broken footste...
