Katreena did not retrieve her steed from the public stables for fear of being followed. She ran straight into the woods under the cover of darkness. The three rising moons gave some light, yet with no true path to follow, her steps were difficult to take quickly. Dread filled her thoughts as the fears of evil befalling her family, home and all whom she cared for. Tears dropped to her cheeks and froze in place in the bitter cold air. She knew she could not stop no matter how difficult it was to see. The ground was a mix of gravel, dirt, and rock. At times the ground gave way, forcing her to slide until hitting solid ground and fell. Getting up just as quickly, she continued as fast as her balance would let her.
Minutes felt like hours, and she could not tell how far she had gone.
