It was dark; the moon hardly gave enough for the human eye to see. The stars sparkling within the sky, helped to aid the process of seeing but there was still no hope in sight for reprieve.
The voices rang out so loudly, it burned into her ears, but she had to escape, to get away from these evil beings, if they happened to catch her, then it would all be over from that moment on.
“She stole it!” The voice rang out again, “We must stop at nothing to seize her!”
Her legs were burning now, the lump in her throat was growing dry, and she had to keep swallowing to get it to moisten. Her lungs were beginning to cramp up; exhausted by the amount of excess oxygen it was inhaling so rapidly.
“I shouldn’t have done it, no, no.” She kept saying to herself, but she had to keep running, she couldn’t let them catch her. Her legs were getting weak though, she knew her body well and there was only so much it could take.
She whipped her head back and forth as she ran, trying to find a place to hide, to recoup her energy for another night of running. There were so many people after her now, and if she stopped for long she would soon be surrounded—but she had to stop, otherwise she would pass out quite soon.
Then the opportunity was flashed in front of her eyes, a large bush was present just a couple feet in front of her, she looked behind her and saw the men.
She cursed to herself, they were far too close for her to jump into the bush, and they would see her right away.
The smell of something burning filled her nostrils; it stung at her eyes as she continued to run.
What was she going to do?
Panic began to set in, the possibility of not getting out of this predicament seemed like a very real circumstance.
“Over here!” She heard a voice boom into her mind.
It felt like instinct, but then she felt her body rip to the side and she was thrown into a small house.
“Who is there?!” she screamed loudly, but she was hushed.
She couldn’t see where she was, except the door and window that she was brought in through. She slowly made her way towards the glass, and looked outside to see a figure that looked just like her take off into the distance, followed by the angry mob of people.
She held her breath, as she watched a woman that looked just like her escape into the darkness with the crowd, their fiery staffs gripped tightly in their grasp.
“Velia, is your name, am I correct?”
Velia held her breath, how did this person know her name? She had not told anyone her name that lived in this remote area…so how was something so secretive, displayed so openly to her?
“How do you know my name?”
The woman stepped out of the shadows, “I knew your father before he was murdered. Tell me, why do you hide your face in the darkness of your cape?”
Velia grew agitated, and ripped around, taking a dagger out from inside her cape, “You better tell me who you are, before I even think about answering your questions.”
Velia avoided eye contact with the woman, it made her nervous, she was frightened, but she wanted to pretend that she was confident in this confrontation.
“I already answered your question; I was a friend of your father before he got murdered. I saw you were in quite a predicament and I thought I would help you, was that wrong for me to do?”
Velia tightened the grip on her blade, “Why are you bringing up my father? What was he to you?”
The woman tilted her head, “I just told you he was a friend of mine, I thought he would appreciate me helping you from a predicament that you were soon going to fail in.”
Velia grimaced, “How do you know that I wasn’t going to get out of there alive? I was just pacing myself.”
Laughing, the woman walked over to the corner and sat on a chair. The only sound that filled the area now was the rocking. The body weight of the woman pushed the chair forward, causing it to creak in an jarringly familiar way.
“I often dreamt of the day where I would be able to meet the daughter of the man I looked up to. It was terrible what happened to him, I dedicated a lot of years seeking revenge that was never redeemed. You look just like him.”
Velia thought of leaving this house, but after this stranger admitted feeling the same way about her father, she couldn’t help but feel like she needed to know more about this woman. Whether she was a friend or foe, she held information that she yearned for, that she needed.
Yet before she could get the answer from this woman, she felt a grip tightened around her neck, she tried to inhale, but no air was making its way into her lungs. She dropped the knife as she felt her body tense and then everything went black only for the world to thrust her back into reality.
She breathed in deeply, taking in the crisp air around her. She staggered her eyes around, moving her hands on the floor, feeling the cold soil within her fingers.
“What happened?” she pulled the cloak over her face, making sure it was still secure.
Had it all been a dream?
She looked around and noticed she was within a large shrub, the same one she had seen when she had been running away from the angry mob.
She held her breath and dug within her cape, and released the intake of air as she felt the item that she had stolen was still securely in her grasp.
What had happened? Did everything that just transpire a dream?
She tilted her head out of the shrub and saw the glimmer of the men’s fiery torches disappear from view, signaling that she had escaped successfully.