Victoria ran through the Shadowy forest, her hand on her bleeding wounds. She was a goner. A goner, and nothing else. Why did she come here in the first place? What was she looking for? Why did she need to do here?
All of these questions remained unanswered as she continued running, almost falling at every step. The situation in which she was was everything but good. She was seriously injured, and she was tired. She came to the Shadow Island before exactly two days, just for fun, apparently, and in the very second in which she set foot on it, things began attacking her. At first, she didn't mind. She would simply fight them off and have fun... But today, things had went awful.
At the beginning, it was only one wolf following her. She had her magic power almost completely recovered. She fought it, and won, but then, more and more wolves came. She fought back many of them, at the cost of most of her magic, leaving her with quite a few scratches on her waist and a bitten leg. And the wolves simply continued coming and coming, and coming... Her vision was quite blurry, and her senses, they almost seemed human. She was pretty certain that she was almost out of Magic Power. And in the moment she hit 0, she would go even worse.
She could hear the wolves right behind her, some of them appeared to be barely a meter away. She knew that she had no chance, since she was tired, injured, almost unconscious, while those creatures were completely sane, and were diabolically fast and flexible. And to top that, everything was so dark... If Victoria had her enhaced senses, maybe she could see, but now, she was too tired, and to top that, her vision was blurry. She couldn't make out the trees, the rocks, she couldn't make out anything.
And that was the main reason why she tripped and fell.
'' Damn.'' The curse escaped her bloody lips as she found out that she was uncapable of getting up anymore, incapable of running any more. She dragged herself at a tree and took a rock, throwing it at what she thought was a wolf, but it turned out to be a tree. She could feel that she was surrounded by the wolves, and she knew, she knew painfully well, that her end was near.
She could not fight anymore. She could not run. So why not let herself get killed? She couldn't even cast a spell, what chances did she have? Clearly, she had no chances. So she simply closed her eyes and awaited for the death, apologizing to everyone who she had ever hurt in her life.
All of these questions remained unanswered as she continued running, almost falling at every step. The situation in which she was was everything but good. She was seriously injured, and she was tired. She came to the Shadow Island before exactly two days, just for fun, apparently, and in the very second in which she set foot on it, things began attacking her. At first, she didn't mind. She would simply fight them off and have fun... But today, things had went awful.
At the beginning, it was only one wolf following her. She had her magic power almost completely recovered. She fought it, and won, but then, more and more wolves came. She fought back many of them, at the cost of most of her magic, leaving her with quite a few scratches on her waist and a bitten leg. And the wolves simply continued coming and coming, and coming... Her vision was quite blurry, and her senses, they almost seemed human. She was pretty certain that she was almost out of Magic Power. And in the moment she hit 0, she would go even worse.
She could hear the wolves right behind her, some of them appeared to be barely a meter away. She knew that she had no chance, since she was tired, injured, almost unconscious, while those creatures were completely sane, and were diabolically fast and flexible. And to top that, everything was so dark... If Victoria had her enhaced senses, maybe she could see, but now, she was too tired, and to top that, her vision was blurry. She couldn't make out the trees, the rocks, she couldn't make out anything.
And that was the main reason why she tripped and fell.
'' Damn.'' The curse escaped her bloody lips as she found out that she was uncapable of getting up anymore, incapable of running any more. She dragged herself at a tree and took a rock, throwing it at what she thought was a wolf, but it turned out to be a tree. She could feel that she was surrounded by the wolves, and she knew, she knew painfully well, that her end was near.
She could not fight anymore. She could not run. So why not let herself get killed? She couldn't even cast a spell, what chances did she have? Clearly, she had no chances. So she simply closed her eyes and awaited for the death, apologizing to everyone who she had ever hurt in her life.