The moon shone on the figure of a woman as she fought to run away
The moon shone on the figure of a woman as she fought to run away. She was 19 years old, and running for her daughter's life. The small girl was curled around her mothers arm, so scared that she couldn't move. The temple on the sea's edge was bathed in the moonlight, a shadow darkened the path as the woman ran, her breath coming in gasps, both from terror and exhaustion. Her golden hair suddenly ripped from it's binding and fluttered after her, the band lay forgotten on the dirt path. The woman's eyes – as blue as the summer's sky – widened in fear as she skidded to a halt.
The Shadow was upon her.