Martsia ran as quickly as she could, darting between trees, branches catching onto her dress and tearing bits off. She didn't care at this point...all she was focused on was escaping. The plan had worked so far, and  if she could just make it around the bend and past the small creek, she would find a small village. She didn't realize that her father was in pursuit of her, with Bortun in hot pursuit. She could hear the creek water up ahead, if she could just...
The pain was so sudden, and then it dulled into nothingness. When she fell to the ground it felt like her limbs were melting away, and then she could feel no more. An enchanted arrow, or in this case, a cursed one...most likely produced by Kershaw. He was always using them against creatures in the woods...testing them. Apparently she had been reduced to wild game then...because the look on his face when he loomed over her was one of immense satisfaction.
The pain was so sudden, and then it dulled into nothingness. When she fell to the ground it felt like her limbs were melting away, and then she could feel no more. An enchanted arrow, or in this case, a cursed one...most likely produced by Kershaw. He was always using them against creatures in the woods...testing them. Apparently she had been reduced to wild game then...because the look on his face when he loomed over her was one of immense satisfaction.
