A tiny ghost of a girl ran down the street. She was short and so skinny she was seemed barely there. Her skin was almost deathly pale. Her thin, dark brown hair was cut short, right at her jaw. Her earrings were black wings that looked strangely angelic. Her sneakers barely thudded against the asphalt, she weighed so little. She sprinted faster, faster. Her heart pounded, and she knew she wouldn't make it.
Her pursuers were faster, stronger, and far more dangerous than before.
She skidded around a corner. Loud breathing followed her, and the thud, thud, thud, as heavy boots pounded against the road.
"Please," she whispered to the air. Her voice was cracked and breathy from running. "Please, let me escape."
She could see the drop-off. A cliff, a sheer drop into... nothing. Pure grey mist clung to the edge of the city, concealing the bottom of the cliff.
She froze, her body stopping with incredibly fast reflexes. She glanced behind her once.
They were there, sliding to a halt to keep from falling. They sneered, sure they had caught her now.
"Please," she breathed once more.
Then she flung herself off the cliff.
She tumbled through the air, her body twisting around the mist. It was cold and wet and grey. Her descent was surprisingly slow, but still fast enough to crush her body at the bottom. The fog choked her, taking away her screams. The air opened up, revealing dry, dusty dirt.
She hit the ground.
It took a full minute to realize she wasn't dead.
She spit out the dirt on her tongue. Her body ached, and her ankle was twisted at a weird angle, but she most certainly wasn't was hurt as she should be. She rolled onto her back and looked up. The fog started about seven feet above her. She could see nothing through it. She pushed herself up and looked around.
She was in a wasteland. It was a perfect circle, with about a twenty foot radius. It was split into quarters once the dirt ended. A dark, dense forest spread from on quarter, around 12:00 to 3:00. Next to it was a meadow, filled with sickly sweet smelling flowers and green grass up to the girl's waist. From 6 to 9 was water, a lake. It was glassy and still, without a wave or ripple. The final quarter was snow. It fell thick and white onto ice. She studied them all and then turned to the forest.
Now someone stood there. A wraith-like young woman, perhaps a bit older than the girl. She looked mostly normal, black cropped t-shirt, skinny jeans, Converse. Her hair was long and tangled down her back. Her tan skin glowed and shimmered like she would vanish any moment. But the most unnatural part were the jet black wings that spread from behind her shoulder blades. They arched over her, high, the tips hidden in the fog.
Her pursuers were faster, stronger, and far more dangerous than before.
She skidded around a corner. Loud breathing followed her, and the thud, thud, thud, as heavy boots pounded against the road.
"Please," she whispered to the air. Her voice was cracked and breathy from running. "Please, let me escape."
She could see the drop-off. A cliff, a sheer drop into... nothing. Pure grey mist clung to the edge of the city, concealing the bottom of the cliff.
She froze, her body stopping with incredibly fast reflexes. She glanced behind her once.
They were there, sliding to a halt to keep from falling. They sneered, sure they had caught her now.
"Please," she breathed once more.
Then she flung herself off the cliff.
She tumbled through the air, her body twisting around the mist. It was cold and wet and grey. Her descent was surprisingly slow, but still fast enough to crush her body at the bottom. The fog choked her, taking away her screams. The air opened up, revealing dry, dusty dirt.
She hit the ground.
It took a full minute to realize she wasn't dead.
She spit out the dirt on her tongue. Her body ached, and her ankle was twisted at a weird angle, but she most certainly wasn't was hurt as she should be. She rolled onto her back and looked up. The fog started about seven feet above her. She could see nothing through it. She pushed herself up and looked around.
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She was in a wasteland. It was a perfect circle, with about a twenty foot radius. It was split into quarters once the dirt ended. A dark, dense forest spread from on quarter, around 12:00 to 3:00. Next to it was a meadow, filled with sickly sweet smelling flowers and green grass up to the girl's waist. From 6 to 9 was water, a lake. It was glassy and still, without a wave or ripple. The final quarter was snow. It fell thick and white onto ice. She studied them all and then turned to the forest.
Now someone stood there. A wraith-like young woman, perhaps a bit older than the girl. She looked mostly normal, black cropped t-shirt, skinny jeans, Converse. Her hair was long and tangled down her back. Her tan skin glowed and shimmered like she would vanish any moment. But the most unnatural part were the jet black wings that spread from behind her shoulder blades. They arched over her, high, the tips hidden in the fog.
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