The girl ran through the underbush, her red hair flying out behind her in an untidy mess. She sprinted as fast as she could, pausing only to catch her breath. The bag she had grabbed and filled with supplies to sustain her for the hard months to come bouncing on her back, she turned on her heel and took off in the other direction.
Oh, look what you've done. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
That night it was cold and bitter, as though her enemy's hatred was carried on the wind and driven into her heart. Each time an animal cried, each time a twig snapped, she froze. The world stopped around her, as though she had turned to stone.
This night could be your last, you'll never see the sun. A soul where there are none...
Through the trees, she could see light beginning to dawn over the East. She pulled the bare, moth eaten blanket off her skin, brushing away the frost. Shoving it in her bag, she got up, ready to move on. She looked up and when she finally found high ground, she ran for it. Standing tall, she turned to face what had once been her home.
You would run the plains, you would climb the hills...
With a single, silent tear sliding down her face, reality sunk in. She would never see her family, or her lover again.
But tell me, would you kill?
