Zoe's POV
I felt this feeling before. The fear of death creeping on me. Trying to claw myself up to my feet only to fall again.
Why was this happening?
I had climbed out of a pit that was my grave only to find myself gagging on dirt and soil again. But I did not remember how I got here. Nor do I know where this place was. This was nothing like my death but I could feel it creeping over me.
I looked around and tried to recognize anything that looked familiar to me. I heard the voices of the forest. Some were calling out to me while the others screamed a warning. The screams called out to me to run. The calming sounds warned me to hide.
My mother and the other priestess often warned me to listen to the forest and my surroundings around me, so I did what was told of me. I moved.
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