I ran and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, though running barefooted on the thorn filled bush, I didn’t care about the pain. The pain was excruciating, but I forged on, as this was my only chance to be free.
“Do not weep. Do not focus on the pain. You are stronger than you think,” I said to myself, lifting my feet to move one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the pain was energy depleting. No matter how much I ran, they chased. They were catching up on me.
I was getting exhausted, yet I forged on with all my might, didn’t mind looking back at the pack of wolves chasing me with all kinds of weapons. They shot three arrows at me. One missed my head with just an inch. One hit a tree on my left, while the third one hit its mark on my thighs.
“Ah!” I shouted, falling to the
