To Wherever It May Lead
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I raced through the tress as fast as my two feet would allow. Behind me, I heard a loud yowl from the orc I had just ran from. I could hear it begin to follow me from the massive amount of crashing and various noises sounding like underbrush being trampled. I glanced ahead and hope rose in my chest…a clearing! Hopefully, it will give me the space I need to leave this mass of walking trash behind me. I burst through the trees like a bird flies from a cage and all hope flew away from my grasp at the straight 60 ft drop before my feet. Despair crept into my soul as the realization of my death hit me. Turning to view my predator, I gasp in horror at the weapon he draws. A four-pronged sword. Not wanting to appear frail and weak even in my last moments of life, I stand straight-backed as the orc comes closer. Tears roll silently down my cheeks, but I will not give in to the fear. I feel the blade pierce into the flesh of my shoulder and shut my eyes in pain. But I will not cry out. I refuse to cry out.
"Why didn't it go straight for my heart? Why didn't it kill me straight out?"
I wonder. As my body falls to the soft grass, I open my eyes slowly in expectation of the monster. What captivated me, was that not only was the monster dead with an arrow in his neck, but an angel was leaning over me. Hair fell past his shoulders so gold, it looked like the sun itself. Sapphire blue eyes gazed at me with concern and comfort. I felt him grab hold on the sword and pull it out in one swift move. I saw my blood gush out of the wound and closed my eyes in pain. The stranger gently picked me up with a touch more deft than any I had known.
"My lady. You must not sleep. This wound is grievous and on the verge of infection. There are skilled healers where I am from. Healers who can treat even this gruesome wound of yours. All I ask is that you remain awake."
I tried to say that I was fine and simply tired, but all that came out was a mass of intangible noises. All I felt was pain. Pain flowed through my very body like blood. As I began to fall into sweet nothingness, I felt a hand grab my other uninjured shoulder and shake me gently.
"Fight it my lady."
The voice sounded much more urgent this time.
"Please hold on and stay with me. I vow I will get you to safety, but you must remain conscious."
Gathering my remaining strength, I managed to croak out my trust in him before temporary darkness took me.