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Maranka Matea
She was a fool to think she could escape him...
Yes. A fool. A fool to dream, to dare to hope that she could stay for once. In her perch, high up in the mountain, in the tiny cave she had jammed herself into, she shook. Her terror blotted out all reasonable thought, causing her to jam herself tighter in her niche, bare feet pressing painfully against the rocks on the floor.
He would kill them...
Of course he would. He was a murderer, a blood mage, a monster. He'd probably enjoy it. But they were safe, safe as long as she hid, as long as she just stayed up in her niche. She wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, shivering in the cold mountain air. Violet, glowing eyes darted wildly, searching for threats.
She had to run...
No! Never again! No more running.. Her hands shook at the thought of doing it all again, running away again, a strangled sob forcing it's way from her throat. She couldn't run anymore, she couldn't. She was terrified to run again. She wasn't strong enough to do it again...
Maybe it would be better this time...
Yes. Maybe this time they would help her, maybe this time she would be safe. Maybe. But if he ever found them, they were dead. And if he ever found out about Nebulis... She didn't want to think about it. She buried her head in her knees, shaking and sobbing in a terrified panic. He'd kill him. Dear lady Truande, he'd murder him.
She could protect them...
Maybe. Maybe. He was five hundred, she was barely over one hundred. Still a child, still so young. How could she hope to defeat him? How could she ever hope to be safe, hope to be free? She couldn't. It was impossible. Impossible. She'd die. Painfully. Of course she would. She'd humiliated him. For a hundred years. Of course he wanted to kill her.
She just wanted to live...
But she couldn't. Never. She was going to die. She was going to die and not a single person would help her. She sobbed in terror again, purple eyes looking around desperately. Her bare feet were bleeding, black blood staining the ground below. In her terror, she never heard the person approaching.
