WIP

Run was all she had ever done. Run from home, run from danger, run from companionship. Even now, she was running, but for what, she did not know. Her face was hidden beneath her hood, her bow tucked away on her back. Her oak staff was parallel to the ground, but hindering her movement. She slowed when she reached the top of the hill, overlooking the forest. Her jade-covered figure stood out in the crimson forest. She had to hurry along now, no time for stopping if she wanted to reach her destination by sundown.