Broken footsteps

-=Chapter 8=-

I could see blurs as the nightwalker continued to take shape, for what seemed like forever I sat there cornered into one option... death.
Nothing could save me now, I was hopeless the only weapon I had real talent in using was the bow but there was no chance in me gaining hold of one. Give up, the words circled through my head your useless you know you can't win give up, I tried to fight them hold them at bay but they stood strong and bold in front of me burning like they were real. I could feel the nightwalker's strength begin to deteriorate as it's power and soul took shape leaving me weak and cold. I felt helpless, I had only one option, the pressure was closing in. Go on give in like usual, you coward but then again your riddance is a good one give up.
I knew this was the most obvious option and I was going to allow it to happen, after all there was nope hope left even my mind thought I would loose this fight... or did it. Don't let this happen you are stronger without it, it's calling to you, stay strong you know you can win, you are a strong warrior and you know that don't give in to its harsh words let the good of the world guide you. For once the positive words I heard stood strong and I listened, I actually believed them I could do this.
I looked up from were I sat staring at the haze of it, there was always a loophole in everything, lets just hope today was a day where I successfully found it.
I drew the dagger and began to speak my voice was soft and throttled, "You, I will never let you get hold of my mind," I could hear mutters but still it was only a body formed of the grey fog that lingered in the air.
"Ha, you think my riddance will be easy, well think again, I am your negativity the one you always listen to. Why should I believe you Dawn that you wouldn't cave in to my charm like always?" It's voice sounded sleek and masculine but still evil and cold.
"Because without you I am different, I can listen to myself for once, be who I really am without you always interfearing,"
"If if wasn't for me interfering then the girl at the farm would still be messing round will you like a rag doll, if it wasn't for me you would have been caught and in prison slot becoming insane your mind decaying and rotting" Thorn's voice slowly grew louder as he spoke, the voice of his becoming intenser like on the verge of kill.
"I get your point but think of all those times when I listened to you had it turned out disastrous, the girl of the farm died, because of me!" I could feel myself become stronger with every world I spoke.
"Correction, because of us, you wanted it to happen I knew it from the moment you set eyes on her." My eyes began to water as I saw Thorn begin to gain natural colours of us humans. "If it's wasn't because of me you'd still be with Rhydian, I saved his and our skins, the hunters were coming; the ones that come to kill the outcasts or take them to the king. You know it really how many times I have saved your life. A simple thank you would do." I saw the eyes open and a mouth move, the hands of Thorns twitched, he was
human, real not fake but immortal..!
This was my chance, my chance to strike, I cautiously arose thinking of the best place to strike, the neck? Head? Heart. I began to amble over keeping a strong posture to try and hide my fear. I was at arms length the perfect distance, I lowered the knife and attempted to insist he was safe. "Go!" I cried, "don't you get it your cold hearted but I accept that your a omen, a devil something that is intentioned not to care. But before you go..." I took one last step forward and casually drew back my knife, "here's for all the grief you caused!" Right into the heart I struck leaving the dagger in his chest it fell to the floor speechless gasping for air, Thorn wasn't dead, he couldn't be killed of that easily, even I knew that but this was my chance before he healed to run free and away, gain strength then fight another day, when I was ready...
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I ran and ran for what seemed like forever throwing away anything I didn't need with me, I was out of breath and my feet ached but I had to get away far from anyone, where no one would tread, the forest of Concord. I heard about it in myths told from my grandmother, before she died I learnt about many things, before I knew that it was apart of me I never believed in magic or of the supernatural but that's what I always about my grandmother, her enthusiasm for such abnormal things.
I ran feeling the cold air graze at my face, this reminded me so much of when I used to play in the fields, before all of this had happened, why me out of everyone, was I different?
"AHHH!" I screamed as something or someone grabbed its round me waist and dragged me away from the direction I was heading, whoever it was in this tatty clothing covering their face with a grey hood bore a knife! Whatever I did next was probably going to count against me, I had so many solutions to this problem but of course I went for the simple solution, I went limp and pretended I was out cold.

-=END OF CHAPTER=-
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