1 A Life Must End, To Begin A New One (1/2)

A young woman no older than twenty raced through the forest, her ruby red hair whipping around her as she continued her dash through the forest.

Bloodied tears ran down her face as she pressed on, her dress had been ripped from the back. Exposing her soft and supple Jade skin, however, grand claw marks marred the beauty of her skin.

Bleeding profusely she didn't know much much longer she could carry on. Her vision swam and she continued through the deathly silent forest, the whistling sound of a blade drew her attention.

She turned and raised the sword in hand to block the hidden blade that sought to end her life. But it was too slow, she gashed her teeth as the power of the strike sent her reeling backward slightly. Blood dripped out from between her lips.

”Damn!” She cursed and decided that she would dodge the next blade that flew through the air trying to hit her. She danced like a graceful butterfly, no blade touching her.

In the end, she'd only managed to be injured because she'd been ambushed. Betrayed by the one that she had trusted the most, what a fool she'd been to trust him.

She'd felt a great deal of a anger and rage, towards her self for being dupped by his charade.

As if it was yesterday she remembered their meeting down to the second. Every fine detail and feeling had been unique, something that she had never felt before.

That's what had lulled her into the false state of sentiments and feelings towards that man, never before had she experienced love or a man's warmth, maybe that's why she'd been drawn to him.

Twisting through the air, she couldn't help but remember these feelings as she felt her life draining away.

Growing weary a blade managed to break through her defense and sliced deep into her stomach, she coughed up blood and like a butterfly with broken wings plummeted to the ground.

Twisting she tries to break her fall, she managed to create a soft pocket of air as she fell, landing on the air she couldn't relax. Her body was in so much pain that she felt slightly drowsy.

Her stomach was pouring out blood, she hastily pressed her hand to the wound trying to make the bleeding stop.

The menacing laugh of a woman drew her attention away from her body. Looking upwards she found her two tormentors, a handsome man with dark eyes that reminded one of a pitfall and raven black hair to match those enchanting eyes of his. His normally calm and collected features were twisted into an unsightly smile, that reminded one of a clown.

”Aren't you pitiful Salina,” the woman with eyes the color of oceans and hair the color of the sun sneered from above her.

They descended from the sky on the back of a beast, that had four wings and two huge talons. A couple of knives dangled from the hand of the woman, she hurled them through the air towards Salina, they cut her face.

Anger, that's all she felt at this moment. It didn't matter what they did to her body, because she'd never give them the joy of seeing her cry. All she wanted was a chance to rip those deceitful masks off their face and to give them a fate much worse than death, her spiritual veins had been severed by the two in their sneak attack.

Her strength was starting to fail her, as her blood ran out of her in crimson rivers.