Runaway
Fire. Fire is all I could see. The towns were being burned down, in search for the escaped prisoner. Me, they were looking for me. I really don't want to go back, I can't go back it will just lead to a life of misery. I feel so guilty for this, causing so much death. A kind hearted family took me in, they were very sweet to me, they allowed me into their home but in return I repaid them with death. Sadly I know that I cannot stay here, I must move on to another safe place where I will not be found. The wood, that's where I'll go, going there will not harm anyone, I won't put more lives in danger. Once I had made that decision I fled toward the forest with a small smile upon my lips. I made it to the tree line just in time so the Elven guards didn't see me.
Idiot, I thought to myself, they are elves of the woodland realm! How could I of been so stupid. They lived in the trees and I just walked-ran- into a forest. They'll surly find me now I thought with dismay; I couldn't hear or see any elves so I think I am safe for now, though it is quite dangerous to be in the forest of mirkwood. however if I'm in the woods then it'll be the last place they'll look, haha whose dumb now, the best hiding place would be right under their noses, hiding in plain sight. So with that plan, being the only one I had, I headed toward the palace with as much stealth a clumsy elf could.
On the way to the palace it started to get dark and I mean like really dark, the canopy didn't help either. Grumbling, I dragged my heavy self toward a welcoming looking alcove within an old oak tree. It smelt like home in the tree as it had a musty, earthy smell to it. It comforted me from the days past events, without thinking I drifted off into a blissful sleep, unaware of the hidden onlooker.
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