I had been running for days in the enchanted forest. I grew more exhausted by the hour. My once admired, graceful walk had become clumsy and fear pumped in my veins, adrenaline fuelling it.
A branch snapped beneath my foot, causing a sound that was too harsh to my ears. My fight for survival was now futile because of a misplaced foot and a fallen branch. Now he would find me and when he found me, I would suffer his wrath.
After all, one cannot simply take the hunter's heart and live to tell the tale...
by Blue-Belle Kulpa (15)
Competition - Grim Tales
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