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The Run

 
The merciless cold wind rushed roughly past Isis' skin. Her entire body instantly shivered and her lower lip started quivering, neither of which she could control. There was no sign of the moon; monstrous dark clouds were covering it. Her small figure rested against a tree, she hugged herself watching white smoke coming out of her mouth. Her mother had told her to get as far away as possible and she had. She transported herself to the most uninhabited place she knew of in the land; the Frozen Woods. This forest was uninhabited for a reason, it was freezing cold all the time, snow coating the rocky ground. The large pine trees gave it a creepy feeling and at ground level is a darkness unknown anywhere else. The sun was never seen through the heavy thickness of the trees tops and the moon was also hard to see through the tree tops plus it often masked by clouds also.


Isis began shaking even more when she stopped running, the cold felt as if it was consuming her; it was very quickly becoming unbearable.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted to feel the silk sheets of her soft, warm bed.

She wanted to drink her warm milk from her favorite cup.


She wanted to be snuggled warmly under her comforter and embrace her favorite pillow.

Isis wanted many things that were at home but she knew she could not return. She would not defy her mother and father. She was an obedient girl, and she knew her parents were wise people. She had to respect their decision, even if she didn't understand why they had wanted her so far away from them and her home.

It was then that she remembered the letter her mother had given her. She unfolded it carefully afraid of ripping it with hands that were shaking almost uncontrollably from the cold. As she started to read it, her small forehead furrowed to the point that her eyebrows were close to touching. Her eyes quickly slide down the letter written in her mother's beautiful handwriting, she hurried wanting to read the last lines...


"Enjoy the sunlight, and fresh morning breeze because once he finds you, you will never feel them again.

I know you are confused, Isis and are wondering who is this man I am talking about. His name is Clyde Magesblood. He is the Lord of the Accursed lands and the master of thieves and assassins.

He will come for you. The mark on your shoulder is not a burn scar as I told you it was. It is the mark that identifies you as the last descendant of our family.

I wish I could tell you more but being your mother, I'm not allowed to. I should not have told you even this much, I should not have sent you away but my love for you is beyond all laws and orders.

You are my daughter. I will love you forever.

Find Oberson Wides who lives on the northern border of the forgotten lands, he will help you." 
 
Isis stared at the letter in silence. She did not understand some of it but she knew she had to run and escape this man her mother seemed to be so scared of. She folded the letter, pulling her long white hair out of the way, she looked at the circular mark on her shoulder. She remembered asking her mother about it.

"It's a burn scar, darling" her mother had said. Isis had believed her.

She sat on the snowy ground in the forest pulling her legs to her chest. She was intelligent and brave but she was still just a little girl after all and she was scared. A freezing wind brushed her skin causing her to trembled. She had to do something about this weather. She extended her hands in front of her and whispered,


 "Fire," a small ball of fire appeared in her hands, warming her numb fingers. Most creatures could not survive in these woods, they would die of hunger or hypothermia but Isis was not like most creatures, she was a Thyre, which meant she had powers. She could control the four Elements and bigger things she still did not know about. The Thyres' were an almost extinct race. Most of them were killed during the last war between the people from the Accursed lands and the ones from the Forgotten lands.
 
Isis got to her feet as she decided to follow her mother's advice, to find Oberson Wides. Her mother had written that he would help her. She took a deep breath in, filling her small lungs with the cold air. Isis had never been out of the Forgotten Lands' territory; it was forbidden to cross the border. She did not know what she would find out there. Her father had told her there was nothing good beyond the frontiers. She closed her eyes and pictured the border inside her head. Her small figure vanished in thin air as she transported herself to the Forgotten Land's border.
 
-x -x -x
 
Rigus was walking inside his Lord's quarters, his hands were sweating and his heart was beating so hard and rapidly it threaten to  jump out of his hairy chest. He swallowed stopping in the middle of the dark room, he could tell he was being watched. He looked around the gloomy quarters until his gaze met a pair of violet eyes.

"My Lord," Rigus said with reverence getting no response he continued nervously, "How are you on this cloudy day?" He could see the large, looming silhouette of his Lord sitting casually on his enormous throne. A shiver went down his spine remembering that his chair was made of humans bones and rotting corpses of the people his Lord had murdered in cold blood.
 
"Rigus," his Lord said coldly "From the sweat I smell on your body, and the pathetic pounding of your heart, I can tell you are not bringing me good news." Rigus just nodded his head. His Lord tilted his head glaring at him waiting for him to continue. Rigus tried to swallow before it started to speak, but couldn't his mouth and throat were to dry.

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