Sorry I screwed up. This is the real first chapter.
The Scottish Highlsnds, 600 a.d.
The serene silence of the forrest was broken on a still, grey afternoon. The menacing cries broke through the air and sent all life to flight before them. They chased thier quarry relentlessly. She fled for her life towards the mountain.
She ran, graceful as the deer. She leapt over the obltacles in between her and her periluos sanctuary. The figure was but a red and green blur in the forrest. Her pathetic pants of exhaustion echoed through the air. She desperately looked back, but could not see her attackers for the viel of wispy mist.
The mountain loomed before her. She could see the entrance to the labarynth of caves. It was here that she hoped to evade her attackers. She knew the danger of becoming lost, herself, but that was a risk she was willing to take. She had to get inside.
She was so close. She was near the end of her strength, but she was determined to get away. She was only a few feet away from the caverns. She prayed to the gods to give her strength. Her heart lifted with joy as she flew inside. Her body reeled to the floor. There was searing pain racing through her flank. Blood spurted out of the wound in hesr side. She looked down in horror and saw the protruding arrow.
Her spirits dropped. She knew this was the end. She could hear the victory cries of the heartless hunters. She now had two choices. She could give up, break her spirit, and give in to torture, mutilation, and death, or she could run. She could retain her honor and her spirit would remain intact. She resolved to run and hide, dying in peace.
She pulled herself up, staggering on ever weakening legs. She braced herself against the wall with her hand, leaving bloody smears. She hobbled through the darkness, determination in her eyes. her now ice cold hand guided her through the maze of endless twists and turns. As her vision began to cloud she saw a faint glow. She followed it in desperation.
The glow became stronger and she could barely make out a tumultuous cloud. The hunters were closing in and she could feel her life leaving her body. The strange cloud was terifying, but she could no give up. She found the strength to step through it. She found herself in a blur of brightness and greenery. She looked up and saw the towerin blurs of trees. Having accomplished her goal she collapsed with a victorious smileand met her end with pride.
the hunters were just about to folow her when the cloud dissapeared before their eyes. They let out haowls of rage. Thier prey had escaped. They begn to argue amongst themselves as to whose fault it was that she had escaped. Then their leader spoke, silencing them. His raspy voic assurred them that the cloud would appear soon. All they had to do was wait.
The Scottish Highlsnds, 600 a.d.
The serene silence of the forrest was broken on a still, grey afternoon. The menacing cries broke through the air and sent all life to flight before them. They chased thier quarry relentlessly. She fled for her life towards the mountain.
She ran, graceful as the deer. She leapt over the obltacles in between her and her periluos sanctuary. The figure was but a red and green blur in the forrest. Her pathetic pants of exhaustion echoed through the air. She desperately looked back, but could not see her attackers for the viel of wispy mist.
The mountain loomed before her. She could see the entrance to the labarynth of caves. It was here that she hoped to evade her attackers. She knew the danger of becoming lost, herself, but that was a risk she was willing to take. She had to get inside.
She was so close. She was near the end of her strength, but she was determined to get away. She was only a few feet away from the caverns. She prayed to the gods to give her strength. Her heart lifted with joy as she flew inside. Her body reeled to the floor. There was searing pain racing through her flank. Blood spurted out of the wound in hesr side. She looked down in horror and saw the protruding arrow.
Her spirits dropped. She knew this was the end. She could hear the victory cries of the heartless hunters. She now had two choices. She could give up, break her spirit, and give in to torture, mutilation, and death, or she could run. She could retain her honor and her spirit would remain intact. She resolved to run and hide, dying in peace.
She pulled herself up, staggering on ever weakening legs. She braced herself against the wall with her hand, leaving bloody smears. She hobbled through the darkness, determination in her eyes. her now ice cold hand guided her through the maze of endless twists and turns. As her vision began to cloud she saw a faint glow. She followed it in desperation.
The glow became stronger and she could barely make out a tumultuous cloud. The hunters were closing in and she could feel her life leaving her body. The strange cloud was terifying, but she could no give up. She found the strength to step through it. She found herself in a blur of brightness and greenery. She looked up and saw the towerin blurs of trees. Having accomplished her goal she collapsed with a victorious smileand met her end with pride.
the hunters were just about to folow her when the cloud dissapeared before their eyes. They let out haowls of rage. Thier prey had escaped. They begn to argue amongst themselves as to whose fault it was that she had escaped. Then their leader spoke, silencing them. His raspy voic assurred them that the cloud would appear soon. All they had to do was wait.