Amarantha Hawke ran, tearing through the underbrush, her feet torn and bleeding. She could not stop. She could never stop. He would find her, he always found his escaped slaves. Lungs burning from exertion she cast yet another stamina spell, the lines from her lyrium burns flashed red as her incredible power coursed through the lines. Ama knew her mana reserves were running low; she needed to find shelter before she passed out. Desperate eyes scanned the darken landscape in hope. It was then that she spotted an isolated cave, the entrance veiled by twisting vines. Once inside her heart never slowed from its erratic pace. Settling on the cold hard ground Ama let the fear and guilt wash over her trembling frame. Before long, she reduced into tears. When she closed her startling blue eyes, she saw a flash of stark white hair and forest green eyes dance behind her heavy lids.
"Oh Fenris, forgive me!"