Harsh breathing, the roar of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the distant sound of the horn calling for the hunt…
Maeve opened her eyes to nothing but blue skies. The sun beat down on her oppressively and she turned her head weakly to the side. Her mouth was dry and her side was a blaze of agony as she tried to roll over and reach the skin that was just beyond her current grasp. Tears streamed down her cheeks but she held the sob in as her fingers fumbled on the leather pouch and she dragged it to her lips.
Plunging into the undergrowth, her horse disappearing from beneath her as an arrow found its mark, her light feet pounding into the earth as she ran…
It was getting harder to keep opening her eyes. The sky was no longer blue so she must have been out for a while, instead darkness wrapped around her. She was sure her eyes were open though because she could see the stars and the two moons. In her fevered mind she wondered if her parents were looking at the same site and wondering of her fate. Would they even…
The spray of water hit her cheeks, a soft gasp escaped her lips at the frigid temperature of the ocean, pushing the boat out just a little further…
Hunger and thirst were nothing but constant companions she had long ago forgotten so preoccupied was she with her sole tormentor which was pain. She tried to pull the arrow out of her side and her back arched with the agony of her attempt, screaming into the emptiness around her.
Footsteps on the sands behind her, a shout, a plea, scrambling to get into the boat with her pack as arrows thudded into the side, into her flesh…
Morning again, or maybe… afternoon. Definitely day. This time she was shaded though. Trees leaned over her and a soft wind blew across her face. It was almost pleasant especially in her delirious state. A faint smile played across her cracked and broken lips. The bleeding had stopped but in drying it had almost melded her hand to the wound on her side around the shaft of the arrow. She daren’t move it, daren’t move at all in honesty in case the pain got worse. This had been the first time in days she hadn’t been met with his presence upon opening her eyes. As unfocused as they were she moved her head as much as she dared to look around her but all she could make out was land nearby.
“Where are you taking me?” Maeve asked the wind, her only true friend though even that felt tainted, her gift probably the result of the pact her father made. It ruffled her red hair in response and a beautiful voice sung her back to the depths of unconsciousness.
Maeve opened her eyes to nothing but blue skies. The sun beat down on her oppressively and she turned her head weakly to the side. Her mouth was dry and her side was a blaze of agony as she tried to roll over and reach the skin that was just beyond her current grasp. Tears streamed down her cheeks but she held the sob in as her fingers fumbled on the leather pouch and she dragged it to her lips.
Plunging into the undergrowth, her horse disappearing from beneath her as an arrow found its mark, her light feet pounding into the earth as she ran…
It was getting harder to keep opening her eyes. The sky was no longer blue so she must have been out for a while, instead darkness wrapped around her. She was sure her eyes were open though because she could see the stars and the two moons. In her fevered mind she wondered if her parents were looking at the same site and wondering of her fate. Would they even…
The spray of water hit her cheeks, a soft gasp escaped her lips at the frigid temperature of the ocean, pushing the boat out just a little further…
Hunger and thirst were nothing but constant companions she had long ago forgotten so preoccupied was she with her sole tormentor which was pain. She tried to pull the arrow out of her side and her back arched with the agony of her attempt, screaming into the emptiness around her.
Footsteps on the sands behind her, a shout, a plea, scrambling to get into the boat with her pack as arrows thudded into the side, into her flesh…
Morning again, or maybe… afternoon. Definitely day. This time she was shaded though. Trees leaned over her and a soft wind blew across her face. It was almost pleasant especially in her delirious state. A faint smile played across her cracked and broken lips. The bleeding had stopped but in drying it had almost melded her hand to the wound on her side around the shaft of the arrow. She daren’t move it, daren’t move at all in honesty in case the pain got worse. This had been the first time in days she hadn’t been met with his presence upon opening her eyes. As unfocused as they were she moved her head as much as she dared to look around her but all she could make out was land nearby.
“Where are you taking me?” Maeve asked the wind, her only true friend though even that felt tainted, her gift probably the result of the pact her father made. It ruffled her red hair in response and a beautiful voice sung her back to the depths of unconsciousness.
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