Selena

The night was getting darker and the wind was getting stronger. In this Tenebris Forest, the moon which was shining brightly high up in the pitch black sky didn't really help any stray souls longing for rescue. One of the souls belonged to a delicate woman named Selena. Today, her soul was torn by the hatred of men and the corrupted world. 

Ahead lied a dense stretch of unforeseen forest. In spite of her fear, Selena kept on limping on a small path she trailblazed a few moments ago with her tiny blades she got from one of the Militaes, a division in the Triumfo Kingdom's soldiers, which was responsible for capturing the women like her. She seized them when the owner fell into a deep sleep after the potion she made in her hidden hut successfully drugged him.

Selena was that woman. A woman who was "out of control" by the definition of the Your Majesty Cesaro's decree. She was unbridled, wild and needed to be tamed. If she was on loose, the future of the kingdom was bleak. The Holy Witch proclaimed that again and again before the honorable king, ministers, knights, and the devoted people of Triumfo. Day and night, the rolls of the decree were on display in every corner of the kingdom. Then, people started to believe that the decree was true for some women like Selena indeed caused a stir in the public domain. 

In the darkness, all Selena could see was an infinite pitch black view. Even though she wanted to stop and took a rest, she couldn't do it. The Militaes were pursuing her. Once they realized that the woman they were guarding strictly was gone, they went on rampage. This forest was her last option because none of the places in this kingdom were safe enough for a woman like her. Tenebris was a perilous territory, yet it gave her a sanctuary at this moment. Maybe, she would encounter beasts and spirits from another world here. However, they were better compared to the vicious Militaes. She had witnessed their savagery on her older sister, taken away from home and gone with no traces left. 

"Ouch!" 

Her foot steps halted as Selena felt that a prickly twigs scratched her scars. She hissed and snarled. A sensation of blood gushing from her skin made her grinned. A few meters ahead, there was an open space in which the moonlight could penetrated the dense of the forest canopy. She dragged her legs there hoping to see clearly the wound. After a while, she made it to a rock. She sat and lifted her right leg. An big open wound on her calf. Thick blood gushing covered her entire leg red. She tore the brim of her skirt and use the fabric to wrap the wound. Although it didn't heal it, she felt a bit better. 

  Selena then sat still. Somehow, the quietness of this forest made her mind went blank. She was confused, helpless, and hopeless. She remembered what Mileo said before she was taken away by the Militaes.

"I would always be there for you. I promise. Wait for me right here under this tree, and I'll take you away from this hell!" 

The promise sounded sweet at that time. Mileo was the love of her life, the one who had always believed in her no matter what. But, that day, he left her with betrayal. Selena was captured by the Militaes right under the Ankora Tree and imprisoned in a hut far away from people. Until this day, she was still questioning his lover's decision.