In the middle of a snowy night, a girl could be seen running down a thick snowy path surrounded by trees. Each step would be imprinted on the ground as she ran with the best of her abilities.
Long ashy blue hair, braided along the back with sharp sweet violet eyes. She wore a winter cloak on top of a robe, indicating that she was a magician.
Every few seconds, she would turn back as if making sure that whatever she was running for, wouldn't catch up.
The temperature was freezing, and she could barely breathe. She felt like stopping. Her legs felt like they could shatter at any second. Yet she kept going.
Her bones were filled with dread, and with each passing step, they began to succumb to the cold. She was slowing down.
"There she is!!"
"Get her!!!"
Voices of men resonated throughout the forest as it indicated that they were following her. Upon seeing this, the girl began wondering about her next move.