The darkness

She had been running all night, good thing the white lady had been so clear or she would not have been able to see anything. The blisters had popped and her skin started to harden. She did not get so tired in her legs anymore either, though the burn was deffinatly still there.

She ran like a chased dear, the constant feel of something trying to catch her, pull her down and suffercate her. She did not know where she was, though she had seen some lone elven like strucktures.

The constant pain in her soul... The battle in her mind between giving in and letting go or staying strong... But for what purpose... Why should she fight and not just give in... Irenya had told her that to many just gives in as it is the easiest... Yes it was... No more hurt, maybe she would just become a pawn for the shadows but at least the pain would be removed.
The light had given her everything just to rip it away and taunt her with it... A test some would say... Pftt she grits her teeth. If this is what the light pulls you through the to the nether with the light...

Her focus is gone from her running and she senot the ghostly figure to her side before she felt the freezing grasp of the undead fingers around her wrist jerking her to a stop and making her fall headfirst into the trunk of an old withered tree. She hoped the cracking sound was from the tree and not her head. She was disoriented and the tast of blood was in her mouth. She tried to get to her feet while pulling the dagger from her belt. She heared the echoing vail running through the woods sending shivers down her spine.
As the ghostly figure moved closer into her view she instingtivly tried to call upon the light, but nothing happened...
She was lost and knew that the spectral would now feel the tip of her knife...
She thought like crased trying despiratly to fend of the ghost but having no luck. The icy grasp reached for her neck. The cold feel running through her soul making her weak inside.
The darkness flooded her mind...

When she came to the ghost was no where to be seen. How was she still alive? Her dagger Laurs in the grass. Then her eyes caught a movement, the female form that had haunted her for the last couple of days.
She picked up her dagger holding it defensively before her.
The female figure laught a dark melodical laughter, her white teeth shining in the moonlight. She had long black hair that could be seen despite the hood covering most of her face. She wore a dark robe with a long cape around her slender shoulders.
Etaine shivered feeling cold to the bones. "Thank you" she whispered to the woman.
The womans laughter was cold and slightly manaching as she answered "i didnt do anything my sweet... It was all you"
Etaine swollowed hard feeling nausiated and the blood ran down her forhead dripped to the ground as she bent down throwing up what little she had in her stomach.
When she looked up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the woman was gone or had she been there in the first place? She shivered and sat down with her back against the teeetrunk wrapping her arms around her knees.
What had happened? Was she loosing it? Whimpers low as she burries her head against ger knees, the blood stauning her pants. She needed to run... Five min, she just needed five min to gether herself.