The moon hung low in the sky, distorted to gigantic proportions by the atmosphere. Its golden light illuminated the Kent countryside almost as if it was day, warming the night beyond temperatures Flanna could expect, making it simpler to navigate over the rolling hills. She ran, though the purpose of her flight eluded her at the moment. She only knew the thudding of her heartbeat inside her chest and the soft whisper of the grass beneath her feet.
Rounding the crest of a familiar hill, she saw lights at its base, beckoning her to look closer. Here, the air was cooler. The valley blocked the ambience from the moon behind her, and its high slopes kept the earth blanketed in its autumn chill. Flanna started to shiver as she made her way down the hill, but she attributed it merely to the weat
