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Things weren't meant to be this way...this was supposed to be a simple visit to the city, grab some supplies talk to the merchants, keep your heads low.
It ended with blood and a lot of screaming. A Dalish elf was rushing through the tree's of the forest at a breakneck speed. she didn't turn her head, her hair was wild, cut haphazardly to her chin as if sheered off at random.
And it was; by a Shem with a sword.
Blood coated her skin, her clothes were torn and useless now;barely hanging on to her slim form.
But still she didn't stop, scrambling over tree roots, rocks and more. A corner of her mind registered the rain pouring down around her freezing her to the bone and then some, leaving her already weak state even worse than before. Shivers wracked through her, but still she didn't stop, knee's scraping over rocks, hangs grasping at roots and vines to drag her nearly lifeless form up a small incline.
Surely there was no one following her now, perhaps she could just lay down and rest for a moment.
She suddenly shook her head wildly from side to side;no-she could never stop. Not anymore, she needed to keep her feet moving.
She didn't raise her head as lightning struck nearby, didn't see the danger as a tree fell down upon her...catching her leg...and snapping it.
Her scream pierced the night. Yet still she pushed at the tree desperately trying to pull her mangled leg out from under it. It was task she could not do healthy let alone this weak. Sobs wracked her chest followed by wet hacking coughs,Tears mingled with the rain upon her cheeks.
She slumped down,trapped partially under the tree and cried into the soaked grass of the forest floor.
Death would be a welcome thing now, to stop the pain, the tears, to make all of this go away.
Death never came.