"I'm lost. Oh, so you think you're lost too, that's such a lie! I'm so genuinely lost it's not even funny! Oh shut up would you, this is crazy bizarre ridiculous outlandish inexplicable-wait what?" I stop walking. This is not me. Something's wrong, something's wrong with me. I look back into the woods forest copses coppices thickets-STOP! Please stop!
The diadem. I unsling my bag and thrust it on the ground before me. There, I feel better. Normal. Me. It was hurting me. Making me something I'm not, something I never ever want to be. Mother.
I do not miss her. At least I…No, I do not. She ruined us, Helena! We could have been normal, we could have been cared for. But no, she had to go off and educate-educate!-children who were not even her own offspring! And what was left of us, eh? We were left to teach ourselves! By ourself! All…by myself.
I slump down by a fallen tree that is lying beside the bag, and lay my head down to rest. The sky is getting dark, and I know that soon the forest will come alive so it is imperative for me to keep going yet…I feel so tired. Maybe, maybe I could just rest for, for a minute or two….
…..
The pounding of hooves awaken me from my slumber, and as I try to wipe the sleep from my eyes I glimpse a cloaked figure streaking along the trail towards me. It's coming fast and it's not slowing down. I should move, I should move right now. It it's coming and I know that it's coming for me, I-I should… I am so scared. Nay, I am terrified. Please please please please please. I shut my eyes tight and wait. Wait for the horse to come riding and trample me at full pace; wait for the black rider to whip out a sword and behead me. I wait and pray, my head held up to the sky the gods the angels themselves, the great beings that gave us the magic that runs through my veins.
I can feel the earth trembling; it's coming soon. Death. I spread my arms wide, to embrace the rider the horse the upcoming darkness that is my fate, and open my eyes. I gulp back the tears but even so they flow. They seep out the corners of my eyes and cloud my vision, but sight cannot help me anymore. No, all that I know is over, all that I know is done. All I can do is stare at the sky, that deep dark ceiling that blankets me from the blazing warmth of no one. Though there be stars, none of them twinkle for me. And I know that none ever will. I am all alone. As I always have been and, as it seems, always will be. I will die under this night sky. I close my eyes one last time and shudder. Shudder from the longing to be loved that I know will never occur.
The horse is upon me. My last few moments-I should run, why am I not running?! Helena, please darling it does not have to end this way, I hear from somewhere from something. Oh Merlin, the diadem! Yet just as I open my eyes and turn to the bag behind me I feel a whip of breath over my head and then life, as I know it, goes blank.