It was that she felt pain, otherwise she would have thought she was
dreaming. Trees flew by as she ran through the dark forest, her bare
feet stomping on the wet ground. Every now and then she would
step on something sharp.
Her feet were throbbing. She ignored the feeling as she kept run-
ning, deeper and deeper into the dark, sleeping forest.
The sound of rustling leaves and night animals reached her ears,
but were overpowered by the deafening sound of her heartbeat.
Panicking breathes left her lips, and her big eyes were open wide,
although the moon’s light barely reached through the thick tree line.
She did not understand.
A cold breeze blew her light golden hair in her face as she came to
a stop in between two very high, old trees to catch a breath. Her
feet felt as if they would fall off, and she did not dare to look down
at the damage she had caused them. Thoughts crossed her mind so
fast she could not progress them, but a clear voice ran through them