Cruel World

Beatrice rushed through the little town in search of a way she could evade the figures she'd just spotted entering the inn she'd escaped. It was a miracle they hadn't noticed her escape. No doubt they had been tracking her scent as well. 'It doesn't matter, I need to keep going before they catch up to me,' she encouraged herself. It could be that the two of them had simply been in the area, but the woman wasn't taking that chance either.

After her time spent in torture, she knew the lunatics that were after her. She knew she was supposed to run as far as she could from them. Knowing the Rogue King, he'd probably sent them after her. 'He's trapped after all, but… if he really did command them, that's one hell of a range for his mind link to make,' she shuddered at her thoughts.