Post by Mylar Tyrmitore on Mar 6, 2014 14:02:04 GMT -5
Hot tears streamed freely down Mylar's face as she ran blindly through the Spiritwood. She didn't know where she was going, or how far she had gone, she simply wanted to get away from them. Mister Malcom and Tobias seemed to understand her plight, so why couldn't anyone else? Why couldn't they see that she was trying to be stronger? That confronting Xanthus and being able to hold her own against him was important to her, even if capturing him was the ultimate goal? She knew she had made mistakes early on and that she still had a lot to learn, but why did everyone insist on berating her and treating her like some helpless child? She had relied upon no one and kept herself alive for nearly two years... She wasn't helpless... Not completely.
She tripped and hit the frozen ground hard. The searing pain that shot through her thigh upon impact forced a scream of pain and anguish from her throat, and there she remained unmoving for what felt like hours. She sobbed until the pain became a dull ache, and she finally managed to pull herself back to her feet.
The hour had grown late and a cold wind had begun to blow, chilling her as she limped slowly through the trees. In the distance, she could vaguely make out the looming shadow of the hedgemaze, and recalled several small buildings located inside. Needing shelter and having no other choice, Mylar quickly covered the distance and entered the maze. Several wrong turns and a few dead imps later, the young half-elf finally stumbled upon one of the smaller buildings. It was far from warm, as there was only one true wall, but it would serve to at least break the wind. Cold and miserable, she curled up near the single lit brazier, its meager warmth doing little to stop her shivering. Looking wearily around her inadequate shelter, Mylar came to a miserable realization. Despite all the reassurances of her sister... She was alone again.
She tripped and hit the frozen ground hard. The searing pain that shot through her thigh upon impact forced a scream of pain and anguish from her throat, and there she remained unmoving for what felt like hours. She sobbed until the pain became a dull ache, and she finally managed to pull herself back to her feet.
The hour had grown late and a cold wind had begun to blow, chilling her as she limped slowly through the trees. In the distance, she could vaguely make out the looming shadow of the hedgemaze, and recalled several small buildings located inside. Needing shelter and having no other choice, Mylar quickly covered the distance and entered the maze. Several wrong turns and a few dead imps later, the young half-elf finally stumbled upon one of the smaller buildings. It was far from warm, as there was only one true wall, but it would serve to at least break the wind. Cold and miserable, she curled up near the single lit brazier, its meager warmth doing little to stop her shivering. Looking wearily around her inadequate shelter, Mylar came to a miserable realization. Despite all the reassurances of her sister... She was alone again.