• She kept running, on and on, the wind bashing at her face, her legs beginning to fail her.

    Can't stop now, I'm almost there...

    She was tempted to look back, to see if they were following her, to see if she might be able to rest...

    I can see the bridge!

    Her foot plunged into a hole, sending her spiraling forward, into the ground. She winced in pain, surely her ankle was sprained, now. She couldn't go on with a sprained ankle, it would be fatal. The guards would find her, and execute her...

    But I didn't do it! she thought to herself, tears streaming down her face.

    Being wrongly accused of anything can be hard to deal with, especially when you're accused of murder...

    She heard the tracking hounds barking in the distance, signaling to their masters that she was found.

    She made herself as small as she could, trying to go unnoticed. But it failed, as the dogs had found her scent, which led them to her hiding spot...

    A burly guard moved the brush away, revealing her small, weakened form. Sympathy passed through his eyes, just for a moment, she noticed. The man grabbed her forearm, pulling her up. They bound her hands together with rope, and led her back to the castle, where her demise awaited.