She had to keep running. Her life depended on it. If she didn't, she would be dead before the sun rose in the sky. She wasn't sure where she was running to but it had to be better than where she was running from. The harsh ground was rough on her bare feet but she couldn't stop. No matter what, she would find a safe haven from the people pursuing her. She could hear them just behind her. She heard their sandaled feet hitting the ground and the branches just above her. She was panting harder as she pushed herself to her full speed to get away. She just didn't understand why they were chasing her. It wasn't like she committed a crime right? At least she couldn't remember causing any form of trouble…
That was a problem she had. If she was in a fit of rage or any strong emotion really, she will not recollect anything that would happen after unless someone tells her. It has been that way for as long as she can remember. At least since she was a small child. Her memory of her childhood isn't all there either and maybe that's why she has such a hard time with her present memory issues. Again she isn't sure. She just wished these people would leave her alone. It didn't help that they went on a full attack on her without saying a word of what was wrong. If they would have said something, anything, then maybe she wouldn't be putting up so much of a fight. But she truly feels threatened and something inside her is telling her to keep running.
The young woman made a quick decision to make a right turn. She didn't know why. Something told her to turn right. When she did, she heard some of the men behind her curse for the sudden change of course made by her. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for the quick thinking because this gave her a bit of distance between her and the followers. She then heard the leaves and branches above her rustle loudly as she ran underneath them, figuring the men had all taken to the trees to chase her. She was a lot smaller than the grown men and had been maneuvering fairly well on the ground in this new terrain. However her victory was short lived as she got caught in a patch of thick, spiked vines, trapping her legs and cloak that she had been wearing. She struggled for a few moments; her heart pounding faster as she continued to struggle. Finally she got her legs free but her cloak was still captive in the cursed vines. With a last thought, knowing she would regret it in the end but had no other choice, she tore the strap holding the cloak at her neck and was released. The sound of clothes being torn reached her ears as she took off in a sprint just as a man dropped down right where she had been trapped.
She made a strangled noise as she pushed herself even harder taking a risk to look back. She watched as the man and a couple others stopped to catch their breaths. One took hold of her cloak and held it in his hand. That was all she saw as she turned her head back to face where she was running and almost collided into a large tree. Quickly avoiding it, she continued on her way only hearing two sets of feet aside from hers that were behind her. The forest terrain was starting to thin out as she kept running. She was about to just give up, knowing she was losing more of her energy when suddenly the forest ended into a large, vast desert. She continued running for a few more yards before slowing down and taking a quick glance behind her. What she saw completely shocked her. Two of the men, that had been chasing her for hours, stopped. They stood just at the tree line, not taking a step on the sand.
The one that held her cloak continued to stare at her. He had dark brown hair that spiked all over his head. He had animalistic brown eyes that were so dark they almost looked black with red markings on both his cheeks. He was clad in all black and a headband around his forehead. He was giving her such an intense stare that she almost shuddered under it but she shoved the thought down. Suddenly, a large white dog stepped up to his right, looking right at her as well and sniffed the air before lowering his head. The brown haired man placed a hand on the dog's head as he continued to stare down the woman.
To the left of the man, the second male with just as spiky but blond hair with deep blue eyes and whiskers on his cheeks placed a hand on his comrade's shoulder. She wasn't sure if it was a comforting gesture or if he was holding the dark haired man back. The blond was clad in a black and bright orange outfit with the same headband wrapping around his head. Two more men joined the other two as they all stood together. One had long brown hair flowing down behind his back but it was his eyes that made her look twice at him. His eyes were pale, almost white. She wondered if he was blind but realized that that was not the case for she could see him staring just as intensely at her as the other brown hair man. He wore a white outfit with a loose black material that wrapped around his waist and the same sandals as his comrades. He also had the same headband around his head. The fourth and final male had spiky brown hair tied back in a ponytail on top of his head. The vest he wore was a dark green and the woman noticed that he was the only one to be wearing this vest. Maybe he was the leader? She didn't know. The headband that the others wore, however, was not around his head but instead was attached to the sleeve on his right arm.
The young woman just continued to stare at them with her non-matching eyes; her heart rate slowing down to a normal speed as she panted softly. Her long amber red hair twisted around her shoulders as the wind blew around her, bringing clouds of dust up from the sandy ground. The grains of said sand dug into the bare skin of her feet but she never took much notice. She was too curious about the fact that the men in front of her seized to chase her now. Are they afraid of the sand? She didn't know for sure. The wind continued to blow softly, shuffling her tattered shirt slightly over her curvy body; the capris she wore hardly shielding her legs from the cool air with the rips all over them. She slowly wrapped her arms around her body as she wished she had her cloak back. The very cloak that the red tattooed face man currently had in his hand, holding it with a vise grip. As if sensing that she was cold, or maybe he couldn't stand there waiting much longer, the said male took a step forward. The blond gripped his shoulder harder, whispering something to him. But the woman didn't have time to figure it out, not that she could hear it anyway. She was too busy taking off in a run again when she saw the man take that sudden step toward her.
Again, she ran. Again, she didn't know where. She ran across the desert terrain as far as her legs could carry her. She didn't sense anyone behind her. She didn't hear any feet chasing her down. Nothing to suggest that she continue to run. But yet, she still ran. When the moon was nearly gone from the sky and the sun was slowly beginning to rise and kiss the horizon, the woman finally slowed to a jog and then finally a slow walk. The sun was behind her body, casting her long shadow in front of her. She was panting heavily and had a slight limp in her step as her feet had begun to bleed from the running. Her heavy lidded eyes slowly glanced up as she noticed a structure in front of her. She wasn't sure where she was, but she just hoped that this place, this place with its tall walls, was somewhere she could feel safe. She could hear someone calling out to her. A guard, she presumed, moved toward her from the large entrance. He called out again, but all she heard were mumbles. No particular words reached her ears, her blood rushing behind them too loud to hear anything else. She gave a final huff as she suddenly collapsed to the ground, just a few yards away from the guard. She vaguely heard the sound of running feet coming towards her and a male voice filled with concern and confusion.
A/N: Well here is the first chapter... err... Prologue. Please review and let me know if you all like it! Or if I need to work more at it! It is a work in progress so do go easy on me ^^'' I highly appreciate it!
~Myla