Chapter 1: Witch.
Chapter 1: Witch.
“Witch!”
If my lungs had not been burning, I would have screeched right back, but running through the thick forest in the middle of a rather cold night does take it out of you. They may have been chasing me, with their weapons raised already, but I was not a witch. I was barely spiritual at all.
I yelped when my skirt caught in the thrones of a random bush, tearing apart and exposing my now, very cold, legs.
Apparently liking food that burns your tongue slightly makes one capable of the dark arts.
I was not, but I definitely wish I was. Who wouldn’t want to blast these sorry excuses of men into oblivion using dark and sexy powers of darkness?
I could have cursed my parents for being the way they were, wondering how my mother had survived for so long. We weren’t allowed to appear smarter than these pathetic men, or they would burst, as they are now.
Of course, it's really logical. Are you unconventionally beautiful? Witch, are you conventionally beautiful? Witch. It did not matter.
What a time to be alive.
I hissed, mind flown back into my clumsy sprint when someone grabbed my snowy blonde hair by its end, tangling their grubby dirty fingers in my barely taken care of long waves. I looked back at the disgusting balding man, his small beady eyes went down my disastrous form, and a sick smile made its way onto his face. “Caught ’er.”
Kicking him in his bejewels, that were surely worth nothing, he howled in pain, his grip loosening on my only appealing feature. I took my chance and tried to run, I couldn't hold a breath before he latched onto me again. I could feel the scream bubble up in my throat, I had to hope it was because of my losing my head, as though the terror all my body did was pull out my dagger from its hiding place and clumsily swipe at the place connecting us. My scream shone through his, as he met my eyes. Both of us staring in absolute terror as I swung the blunt blade again.
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming in horror, not giving myself a second to realize what I had done, what had this man grip his hands in his lap... I sprinted away from him, straight through the trees, his screams growing farther and farther away. The farther he'd gone the more his screams rolled in my mind.
I was tired, my lungs were on fire, I was thirsty and very much losing pace, which wasn’t so fast in the first place.
Slowing down to stop in a thick part of vegetation, the wall of a mountain was almost fully covered with moss and vines. I sat down on the soft grass, my breathing coming in short pants. I was alright with physical activity, but this was insane. I looked around, observing if they were ready to catch up or not. The lights weren't close, I couldn't hear them through the deafening silence of the woods.
My heart felt like it would explode.
Truth be told, I sat there for quite a long while. How do I know this? The stars told me that.
That’s because It was a little before dawn when I sat down.
The moon’s silver rays barely shone through the branches of the tall trees, the thick greenery hiding most light keeping the forest dark.
The silver was brilliant.
Even with the trees obstructing the light of the moon, it shone brightly, large in the centre. I could have almost fallen to my knees and prayed for her guidance.
Gods are not what will help you tonight.
My lip tasted sour with the pressure my teeth had grit into it. Mother had always told me to knock that habit out of my head, as it ruined the image of the bride one would want. I could never seem to do it.
Small inhales, that's what I needed at this cold moment, at the least it was something other than the biting of the weather on my skin, the growing numbness in my arms. I found it easier to trace figures on my neck, feeling the painful burn that followed.
at least it was different, something that isn't... ice.
My limbs grew stiff with the lack of movement, with a quiet crack of my back, I moved to stretch my tired muscles of mine, and I felt a cold material under my fingertips, the feeling of moss. As much as I loved the company of the moon, the night brought on its own desperations. For one, the moss looked quite soft and inviting, I stood up and pulled at the moss, trying to tear it.
I succeeded at landing on my ass, the moss as stubborn as I. Standing up again I yanked at the moss, moving side to side, strategies of running and doing impossible tricks entered my mind and were barely dismissed.
“Oh my...” I sighed continuously through bursts of misty breath. “The stupid is truly infectious,” I mumbled to myself as soon as I realized, I did indeed have a dagger and did not need this pain.
It took a while but I had resorted to attempting to track the fingers' place, hoping to find the dagger I had left behind.
Then, somehow it'd been two days since the chase and I think I am dying.
No food, no water.
My throat burned and my stomach ached, my mind seemed to swirl, and sight followed behind it. I couldn't quite see, my body wrapped in moss that I had managed to tear apart. anything that could stop everything.
The whispers were getting on my nerves. Had it not been for the ravenous feeling...
Everything felt heavy. My head felt heavy. Was it the mist? I could not see much, even with the light of the moon. A gasp fell from my lips as I stumbled, trying to sit up and find a place to sleep, even some berries that I'd been stealing...
I wasn't sure when I fell to the floor.
A fuzzy feeling wrapped around me, things grabbing me all over my skin... I could have giggled at the way it held me.
There was nothing really to worry about. This is okay. It happens all the time...
