Taste of Treason
04-06-15, 10:02 PM
I am alone. The forest threatens me at every turn. I am afraid. Pode has left.
I have wandered aimlessly for what seems to be hours. I have no way of knowing if I am closer or further away from the goal. For everyone else still in this cursed place, the goal is Pode. For me, it is just my freedom. I don't want to die in this place.
I mark each tree as I pass. It is a slow way to journey, but at least I will know where I have been. The sound of footsteps stops me in my tracks and my blade still against the bark of a large oak. Someone is approaching. No, not approaching, passing by. The steps never slow, in fact they seem to speed up as they pass my location. I waste no time in rolling to my knees and hiding in the brush. Twigs and branches cut into my skin as I crouch, but I dare not allow myself to move. The beast who attacked me in my initial group may well still be in the forest. I can't let him find me again.
Silence once again fills the air. Only a bird crying in the distance lets me know that the whole world has not stilled. I release a breath and push myself back to my feet. My hands bear the marks of the forest floor and a scratch bleeds lightly on my right cheek. It is nothing compared to the damage any of the warriors searching for Pode could do.
My mind races with my options. As much as I fear the others, I also fear being alone. I slowly follow the stranger's path, hoping that I will find someone with a moral compass. Or an actual compass. Either will suffice.
I have wandered aimlessly for what seems to be hours. I have no way of knowing if I am closer or further away from the goal. For everyone else still in this cursed place, the goal is Pode. For me, it is just my freedom. I don't want to die in this place.
I mark each tree as I pass. It is a slow way to journey, but at least I will know where I have been. The sound of footsteps stops me in my tracks and my blade still against the bark of a large oak. Someone is approaching. No, not approaching, passing by. The steps never slow, in fact they seem to speed up as they pass my location. I waste no time in rolling to my knees and hiding in the brush. Twigs and branches cut into my skin as I crouch, but I dare not allow myself to move. The beast who attacked me in my initial group may well still be in the forest. I can't let him find me again.
Silence once again fills the air. Only a bird crying in the distance lets me know that the whole world has not stilled. I release a breath and push myself back to my feet. My hands bear the marks of the forest floor and a scratch bleeds lightly on my right cheek. It is nothing compared to the damage any of the warriors searching for Pode could do.
My mind races with my options. As much as I fear the others, I also fear being alone. I slowly follow the stranger's path, hoping that I will find someone with a moral compass. Or an actual compass. Either will suffice.