"Miss Emilia Run!" As Lucetta's urgent cry pierced the night, my heart raced with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The tranquility I had found in the moon's presence shattered, replaced by the harsh reality of our perilous situation. My uncle, driven by his anger, had discovered our escape and ordered his men and guard dogs to track us down.
Without a moment's hesitation, I grabbed her hand tightly, our fingers interlocking as we sprinted through the darkness. Every fiber of my being screamed for us to keep running, to find refuge and safety beyond the reach of our captors.
The moon, once a symbol of hope and freedom, now served as a silent witness to our desperate flight.
Bark!
Bark!
Bark!