Pilot

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Ansel stopped at a tree stump, holding it while slowly catching her breath, they wanted her dead yet she didn't even know why. Her long hair, red as wine, was still in her 2 braids behind her back. Jeans and a ripped-up shirt was all she had on for protection. She heard them in the distance screaming and yelling, holding their weapons high as she started to run again. The crashing of leaves and twigs, as she swiftly went through the trees was the only noise she made other than her heavy breathing. All of a sudden, she fell and started rolling, she had placed her foot in the wrong place and fell, tumbling down. The edge of the forest, where the land didn't meet the same level, is where she fell, branches and stones scraping her skin. Unable to do anything she continued falling and tumbling until everything went dark and cold. She couldn't feel a single thing, the darkness consumed her.

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