Fall 59, 511 AV Location: Nearing the Sylira/Taldera Border Aello crept through the forest, easing her tired body over the uneven terrain. The sudden dips over the length of curling, gnarled roots, which could lead her into a stumble, should she fail to move slowly and cautiously. She lifted her legs high, pulling her knees close to the chest so as to avoid fallen limbs, and those that seemed to reach for her. To drag her into this unfamiliar stretch of the woods. She tried to ease her feet back down into the spaces where nothing rested. No small beds of aging flowers, just beginning to spread their petals into the wind. No leaves, which may crackle and split into hundreds of tiny, jagged pieces beneath her boot. Just cold, hard dirt. Devoid of life. Grass, if there was no where else to go. Aello sighed as she eased her body through a patch of low-lying shrubs, thankfully devoid of any brambles or thorns, which would serve only to slow her down. She raised her bow, so that it would clear the impediment, and dragged her legs through the lower branches, moving as slowly as she would if she tried to walk through a bed of water. When she had made it to the other side, she glanced down at herself. Her muddy dress, the cloak which curled about her ankles, too dark to show any marks or stains. You look like shit, Aello thought, as she pulled a few slender, tear-drop shaped leaves from her clothes, and then continued onwards in much the same fashion as before. After awhile, Aello glanced nervously over her shoulder. But, as usual, no one was there. Nothing, was there. Although she was not hunting, for she at this point, was certain she lacked the energy to so much as try, she was trying to keep the noise level down. For, she had no interest in being detected. Not here, not now. Not when she had no idea how far from the city she had gotten. Not when she had no idea where her companions had gotten to, and how long it would take before they caught up to her. The girl was thankful that she hadn't seen anyone since she left. That she hadn't encountered much of anything out in the Wildlands. She was certain though, that her past would catch up with her soon, that Rhysol's men would be upon her, and she would be forced to fight her way out. Or killed, long before Nex, Alenias and Yune could get there. They'd be lucky to so much as find her body when the 'stryfe finished with her. The weight of the girl's cursed dagger seemed to heighten. Its taint sink into her skin. To chill her to the bone. She thought she could picture all of the blood that stained it. Feel Rhysol's hand upon it, the first time he had touched it. Aello knew he had marked it, in some way. She knew that what he had done made her like this. Brought her to this place. She felt as though, in this way, Rhysol followed her everywhere, and because she couldn't simply throw the dagger away, there was no escaping it. Even if she somehow destroyed it, she felt like the taint would become one with the air. Like the aura, something unseen by many, but perhaps felt. Something that she would breath in, and stay walking alongside, forever. Sometimes, when Aello had a quiet moment, to catch her breath, to try and quiet the pounding of her heart, she wondered why. Why run, when there was no escape? Why try to avoid an inevitable encounter? Why flee a city, which only seemed to follow? That was it then. No more running. She would wait for them to come for her, if they were even chasing her. It seemed doubtful at times, for she had seen no one. But she knew, she was not good at hiding, or moving stealthily. Someone, or something had to be around for her. It didn't mean that they chose to show themselves, however. Perhaps they were simply biding their time, waiting until she was too weak to fight back, and would be easy enough to pick off. Rhysol's men, worked in peculiar ways, after all. Aello glanced around at her surroundings. All she saw were trees. She moved over to the tallest among them, the one with the thickest trunk, and set her bag down. She, then, sat with her back to the tree, and lay her bow over her legs. She folded her hands in her chest, and listened to the beating of her heart. The incessant drumming, as she watched her chest rise and fall. It's only a matter of time, she thought, as she closed her eyes, and waited. |