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I run through the shadows of my life

Fearing what is behind me

The trees moving with speed.

The goddess Luna watching me from above.

I can feel its presence on me.

I can feel its breath in my ears.

I don’t know why it’s after me?

Why me??????

Why does it won’t my life, what did I do wrong?

Have I been forsaken by the gods?

Have they forgotten me?

Must I spend my life running from this terror?



Now its gone.

I slow and come to a stop.

I realize I am in a cleared grove.

Nothing grows hear.

Not a shred of grass.

Not even a flower.

It’s only one way in, the way I came.

Every thing around is like a prison.

A prison of roses and thorny vines.

I turn to look around waiting for it to come.

Then the pain starts, fast and quick.

Rents open over my back, chest and legs.

Blood flows freely out of my body.

Where did it come from?

I look to Luna and see it staring back at me.

She has chosen that I die this day.

She has made her choice in who is to be sacrificed.

I die with her embracing my bloody body.