❝do my violet eyes haunt your dreams as your weeping ones haunt mine?❞
FIRESTORM;
in which the last living member of a isolated fey clan survives the red paladin's wrath, and is sent on a journey to find her ancestor's creation. only to get throw...
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RANDVI CAN FEEL THE BURN IN HER LUNGS. She isn't sure if it's from the amount of running that she did to get enough distance between her and the Red Paladins, or the amount of smoke she inhaled. She was not even sure how long she had been running, but she knew she couldn't stop. Her life depended on both of her legs moving.
Ebony colored locks flew in the wind with every step she took through the trees. She could still smell the smoke in the air but it wasn't as strong as it once was. Her heart was ramming inside of her chest, and she was sure the trees could hear the echo of the beating muscle.
Randvi's feet barely touched the ground as continued toward. Her mother had taught her how to walk across the forest ground without making any noise. Each step was with precision, only the tips of her boots touched the soil as she whipped past the trees. But she had calculated one step wrong, and her boot slipped as she stepped onto and over a large stone. The tops of her toes hit an indent in the rock, and Randvi lost her balance and tripped.
Her knees skid against the earth, ripping part of her dress on the way down a steep hill. Randvi let out a groan as the back of her head banged off of a tree trunk, sending her body to the left, then rolling further down the hill. Her ankle twisted as her body launched forward as she reached the bottom, head first into the soil, fingernails deep into the dirt as she tried to stop herself from rolling any further.
Randvi gasped for air, coughing as she tried to get air back into her lungs. The fey girl rolled onto her back, violet eyes staring up at the canopy of green leaves, untouched by the fire. Her head was hammering, a dull ache at the back of her head as something wet rolled down the length of her neck. With unsteady hands, she rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself off of the ground. The ache in her ankle coming to life as she tried to shift her weight onto her other foot.
Randvi took a moment to look around, but her vision was blurry from the impact of hitting the tree. Her mind was dazed as she reached back to cup the back of her head with her hand, feeling wetness under her palm while she looked towards the trees. She couldn't see any of the fey symbols that so many talked about, nothing carved into the trees to tell her where she should go.
Randvi was alone, and terribly lost.
She was already exhausted and wasn't sure if she could push on any further. Randvi breathed heavy as she tried to take a step forward, but her ankle gave out from under her. The pain felt like electricity flying up through her nerves as she tumbled to the ground once again. She was out of options at this point.
