France, Paris, Montparnasse.
1606 January the 1st.
Under the cover of darkness Genevieve De'Lorne made her way past the tall, strong British soldiers surrounding her village.
She began to make her way to the safety of the forest woodlands nearby as quickly and as quietly as she possibly could.
Her golden, blonde curls reaching her waist and white night wear dress seemed to glow under the light of the winter moon.
She glanced back at the flames from the burning buildings; the deadly light almost seemed too maturer her face a few years upon touching her.
As she ran past some old oak trees, her dress snagged causing her to fall heavily down to the cold damp forest floor with a loud thud.
Her body from head to toe now covered with mud and sketches she let out a soft cry of pain.
With soldiers and burning fires at her back and wild, hungry animals in front, she had to pick herself up and keep run for the boarder if she had any chance for survival.
