Astrana
I was running... and running suddenly, i trip over a Baraback root. A cold slender hand grabs at by small ankle. I scream.
" Astral! Astral! Help me! "
But the rain took by words away with its pouring blue drizzle.
A cold, wet, shivering hand pulls me up and holds my mouth closed as i scream.
"Good luck getting away now little girl..." A raspy woman's voice sounded from behind me.
my forehead starts to sweat, my heart racing.
And from here... i slowly... drift.... to sleep....