A woman can't run from the things she's done
When the weight's got her on her knees
Time don't know where the river flows
But I pray it's out to sea
Unions, Bury
Ramal Desert, X1780
She was running.
The ground was soaked and cold and her chest was burning, but that didn't matter. Hastily making her way across the barren and dark dessert, searching for someone- anyone that could help her. That was all that mattered. She had to, she knew she had to keep going.
She heard thunder, and with the rumbles came flashes of light, severing the darkness like a blade. At those instants she could see everything around her: her home and the desert and the men moving through them, men who sounded like soldiers but weren't dressed like soldiers, who swept the ground before them with the ire in their eyes.
Looking behind her, she noticed a single pursuer. Better one than many, they were gaining on her. She spared no glances and continued forward.
She was then roughly shoved to the ground with a loud grunt. Covered in the dusty sand and freezing rain, she coughed and turned to look at the figures. A man stood above her with a cloth over his face, shielding everything but his bright blue eyed. Sudden terror overwhelmed the woman. She attempted to turn away from him but in retaliation he roughly kicked her in her side, she shouted out in pain and curled up on the ground.
Huffing, she noticed three people walk into view. Two more men and a woman, drenched in rain. All with icy cold eyes. A dagger unveiled, she felt its sharp edge cut along her throat and she collapsed, dead.
"We should stab the stomach, just to make sure." One of the men said, running his hands through dark, soaked hair. He bent down and turned her over on her back. He reached out and slid up her eyelid, no signs of life were visible. A sigh escaped him. Finally, it was done.
"No, they're both dead." A gangly woman looked up at him, her view obstructed by the drops of water dripping down her face. "Besides, there's no time. Look over there." She motioned to a group of people, hastily making their way through the rain towards them. The people were covered in cloaks, carrying weapons and muffled yelling echoed from their mouths.
"Yeah, we should hurry. I can only hold a charm so long so they don't catch us. I already sent word to the rest of our little party to fall back. Our task is complete " Their partner, fae added dryly, uninterested in staying in the vicinity any longer. The deed was done, and it was time to leave.
The three quickly made their way out of the area, the body left behind. The group approached and circled around the body, a man stepping forward to squat down beside the body. He placed on the stomach. Warmth still radiated from the skin, pulsing with life. He stood up fast and pulled out a dagger.
"There's still a chance." He told the group. "One life can still be saved."
He retrieved a dagger from his belt and plunged it downwards, cutting through dark skin.
AN: Hey! Just a lil prologue so you guys can get an idea of my writing style. I clearly have a long way to go. Chase scenes are hard to write haha. I may up the rating to M after characters are chosen, so keep that in mind.