Running through the crowd of trees she tumbled over the far sided root grasping for air. She flipped over and lied on her back blood dripping down her torn knee high jeans. Jumping up quickly she continued to run with the tears and blood of the present, scars in her soul left there pertinently by what last happen. The memories lashed through her head like a dragon that was injured in running into walls and doors, confused not knowing what to do. Whip lines from brutal whipping on her legs, training injuries on her arms. Hugging the nearest tree breathing heavy her legs gave up as she hung on the tree desperately. She cries softly as a soul appears a shadow whispers.
its the begining of my book a sneak preveiw for all you gaians
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