Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her bare feet pounded the ground with all her strength. She rapidly approached a soundless lake. The moonlight glistened off of her long white dress. Fear overwhelmed her as she looked to see if she was being followed. Her long black hair got in her face. She struggled to move her hair while she was running and tripped. There was a surprising lack of pain as she tumbled on the shore of the lake.
She lay there, feeling helpless. She attempted to catch her breath as she lay on the ground. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her chest hurt from a lack of oxygen. She felt weak and did not know if she could get up in her own strength. Her expression remained full of fear and weakness. She starred at the woods in the distance, wondering if all she had done was in vain. A tear fell down her cheek. She knew that she wouldn’t survive this night. She had given up trying to save herself. She just lay on the shore of the lake, like a broken angel.
She moved her gaze toward the sky. Her eyes met the moon. A glimmer of hope ran through her body. She slowly struggled to get up. She felt a strange strength flow through her joints. She suddenly gained a vitality that she thought she had lost long ago. She rose to her feet and stood facing the moon that shone over the lake. The water gently lapped over her bare feet as she stood, mesmerized by the moon. The moon gave her a security that no one else can. She felt an overwhelming feeling of peace wash over her.
“He is here.” she whispered.
“Who is here, my child?” said a voice from behind her.
She felt a chill go up her spine. The fear that had left her returned with a vengeance. Her knees almost buckled at the fear that engulfed her when she heard that voice. That retched voice. She knew it all too well.
She turned and saw the old woman coming from the shadows. Her face was winkled and disfigured. Her blue eyes glowed from the darkness.
“Who is here?” she repeated. Her voice had a tone of sweetness to it. But underneath the sweet exterior, was a retched woman. Not even a woman, a hollow husk of a woman. Her soulless eyes peered deep into the soul of the frightened young woman.
“Stay away from me!” the young woman said shakily. Her strength left her for dead. She knew at this moment, that she was doomed. She silently begged the moon for help, but none appeared.
“You know you can’t be rid of me, princess.” The old woman walked slowly forward. “It’s time to embrace your destiny.” Then everything in her world went black.
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