Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your old cabin in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you w...
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Tonight, a dream finally comes into your sleep.
Except that it is not the one that you have been expecting to see. Instead of getting a premonition to show your fate, the dream thrusts you back into the past. Taking you back in time to let you encounter one of the darkest moments in your life that you had wished to forget.
"Run," you heard your mother scream. Her voice was strained as she frantically looked back and forth between the rough pathway ahead and the threat chasing behind you both. Her gaze was filled with fear and her fatigue shadowing behind it, mixed with her determination to keep on running. Her tight hold on your wrist was painful, and so was the way the branches kept hitting your body in multiple places as she pulled you with her, but you let her drag you through the trees and did your best to match her pace, keeping up with her the best you could with your small legs. It was a hard struggle to follow her, as your height barely reached her waist. You were still too young to understand what exactly was going on.
The only thing you could understand then was that you were supposed to do what your mother told you and that the bad men were going to hurt you.
And from your mother's screams, you knew that the men were getting close.
"Faster, ________. Run faster," she screamed again after taking one last look over her shoulder that had her eyes widening in shock and rage. Hauling the bundle in her one arm while pulling you with her other hand, she launched forward, racing faster the best she could.
Until she couldn't.
The wind suddenly picked up behind you before you heard his voice, sounding vile and menacing when he sent threats through the wind, "You can't continue running from me, Agatha. I will not allow you to take what's mine."
"No!"
A bright light flashed through the trees, sending you and your mother flying from the ground. The impact had forced your mother to release her tight hold on your wrist. Using the last force she could muster to form, she sent you flying towards the opposite direction, hiding you under the protection of the thick bushes with the bundle that she carried falling right beside you.
Looking back to your mother, you pushed yourself up to your knees to run to her side. But the look in her eyes stopped you.
"Keep running, ________. Take it with you. No matter what happens, don't look back," she begged you. "Run, find your uncle Cian. Go!"
"No, Mommy."
You pushed yourself up again, only to fall when your mother raised up a shield around her just as the cloaked man appeared from the trees.
