Hazel
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Hazel
I raced as fast as my legs would carry me. Behind me the gruesome creatures, servants of the Corpse King, came lurching after me.
I might be able to outrun them, but they had more than speed as a weapon.
My head throbbed, the lingering results of the spell they’d cast on me. Tired. Cold. Can’t get away. The spell worked like an invisible net, slowing me. My legs turned as sluggish as my mind.
Please, I prayed to the goddess. Please. My left hand clutched the piece of witch’s staff to my heart, willing it to aid me.
As I reached the forest edge, I put on a burst of speed, and ran through the brush—straight into the path of a group of warriors.
The men froze, staring at me. I screamed. Grey Men chasing me and warriors blocking my path. The big one in front, a burly blond with a large, wicked axe, stepped forward.
I darted away, branches whipping my calves. My breath sobbed in my throat as I fled, now praying that those men would not follow.
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