Never givin' much thought to how I would die

The trees looms above me, its branches like big, serpent, monster-like things. The birds are silent, like they know what's stomping around in these woods and they don't want to alert him to their presence.

Running. Running can be described as an action or movement faster than a walk. You either run to something, like your husband who just came back from the war and you're both crying happy tears because the Lord spared him to live another day. Then you both make love to each other that night, because the longing ate you up, accompanied by the constant worry whether your husband would come back to you or not. He promised didn't he?

Just like I did, when I promised him I'll be back. I was the person who had to go away, the girl who had to leave because of the responsibility placed on her shoulders, and it wasn't because of a war. Not at first, but now I realised it was the beginning of one.

Or you would run away from something, like I'm doing now. Either because you're a coward and can't face your fears, or you're protecting someone. I can't decide which am I.

I have been running for so long. Fears chacing me into my dreams, turning them into nightmares, then I wake up and I can't decide if its reality or just another nightmare that I can't wake up from. The Guardian Core taught us that being a Guardian isn't always about being fearless, because there is no courage if there is no fear, but they've also taught us, that there is no room for panic, because panic is a seed, once planted, it only grows. Keep a level head, they said. Don't get distracted, they said. I sometimes wonder if they knew what was really going on in the world. If they really knew anything. All I know is, its a lot harder to be brave and true, when almost everything is taken away from you.

You're probably wondering who is this Guardian Core I'm going on about. Well, it isn't a who, it's a what. It was a special group of woman, trained to be elite souldiers that has been trained in the arts of war. We are not assasins, only protectors. Our organisation has been there since the beginning of my kingdom, the Jewel Kingdom. We protect the king and prince. We gave our lives to save them and the people of the Crown City. Or well, we did. There isn't a Guardian Core anymore. Neither a Crown City.

The oldest and strongest Capital city in the world is gone. It was known for its walls to be impenetrable, but history repeated itself. Just like Troy, they destroyed everything from the inside.

How ironic that humankind never learns from its mistakes.

But like I said in the beginning everyone runs from something, at some point in their life. And I guess I wasn't as brave as everybody thought. I run through the woods, trying to escape the horror chasing me, that led me to make the decision I made to save my friends. The only friends I have left in this retched, dark world.

I heard branches being crushed and the only warning I had was the sound of a tree whistling through the air. I was too exhausted, or maybe that's what I told myself when the tree crashed, pinning me under it.

Twigs and rocks scraped my skin. Everything was quite. No birds chirping.

No animals running across the ground. They probably went into hiding. I don't blame them. I would've too if I could.

I shake my head, I must move. It won't be long before that Demonic creature came to claim his prize. Or maybe his hunt. Who knows how he views petty humans who tries to wipe out his entire demon race and destroy his demon master. I tried to move, but I felt pain shoot through my whole body, making me numb and I looked down to see a branch, a huge freaking branch sticking out my side. At least it only feels like the tip entered the skin, and that the rest of the branch is still out side my body. I tried to pull the branch out, and almost screamed from the pain, but I have to keep quite, so I won't alert that thing to my presence. I tasted something metallic. This is not good. My lungs were burning and I could feel my body growing more numb by the second.

Mayor demons. A big pain in my ass. They are the bigger demons. Think of them as the elite Demons. Guardians of the demon lord. Real dangerous and they aren't known as the bigger demons for nothing. Even though they're only smoke, trapped in a form. I keep on hoping a big gust of wind would appear and blow them away. Then we'll see how scary they are without all their body parts.

Nobody knew Mayor demons existed. The demon master kept them a secret, but he must've really felt threatened if he called out the big guns.

Good. I'll make him pay for what he did to my family, my city, and everyone else. With the branch out of my side, I try to move again, but I felt a wave of dizzyness overcome me.

No, no, no, no. I can't black out now, I have to get this branch of me.

I didn't hear him, nor did I see him, but the branch was suddenly moved off of me. I don't know why I hoped that it might've been Noctis and the others who came back for me. But someone once told me, that hope is never completely snuffed out. There is always hope in something or someone. Even when you don't realise it. It might be the smallest grain of hope, but its still there.

His shadowy head appeared above me, almost looking smug.

"I have to ask. Do you even have a brain up there. I mean you're made of smoke right. So where is your brain?" I bit out. He snarled. His bloody red eyes glowing just a little bit brighter. He then lifted his shadow fist and brought it down on my leg, crushing it. I felt the bones snap and break. Pain coursing through my limbs. This time I couldn't keep my scream back. I cried out, tears brimming my eyes. Don't cry. Don't you cry, Snow Hathaway. I repeated in my head. Remember who is always watching. I clentched my teeth to stop the tears from falling. Remember why you are doing this. I managed to blink them back. The demon hovered over me.

Yeah, did I forget to mention that they don't have legs. They float above the earth's surface. I curled my hand into a fist, and and gave him a weak smile.

"Aren't you scared to float above me like that? I mean, who knows, maybe I still have a hidden weapon somewhere," I could feel blood cake my lips and my tongue and teeth. He bellowed before picking me up by neck. I know what's going to happen next. I knew from the beginning, though I've tried to avoid it, but the visions never tell me when it'll happen. Only when it happens, I know its time for the vision to come true. I almost laugh. I always wonder what good does my visions do, if I'm always in the dark up until the moment it happens. Visions, one of the many weird things that have happened to me this past year. Things I wouldn't have thought possible.

He looked really angry. I don't blame him, it must be hard to go through life without a brain and legs. My sword would've came in real handy right now. Though I don't think I even have the strenth to hold a weapon, never mind fight.

I smiled weakly. Guess this is the end for me. At least I know I did everything I could protecting the ones I love. I closed my eyes. A light haired man, with dark blue eyes entered my mind. My smile grew warm, and my heart gave a jump. Nate. My precious Nate. Looks like I'll be seeing you sooner than expected.

I've never givin much thought to how I would die. It was always a possibility that I'd die on the battle field, like my parents, protecting my City, and fighting for my kingdom. That I'd be wearing my Guardian Clothes, if not then, than certainly of old age. But after the city was destroyed it only became a battle to survive. Then the option of death didn't seem like an option. I had to survive for the people I have lost.

Now it seems its inevitable.

But I think I have to start from the beginning so that you could understand my story, and I promise its not all bad.