Eirika's heart was pounding in her ears as she ran. Sweat was pouring down her face, her bosom rising and falling with the effort of every breath. The crunching of grass beneath her feet echoed in her ears. In a moment of foolishness she had separated from the group in the middle of battle and gotten herself cut off from her companions.
She was alone, now. The forest seemed to close in around her, and from every direction it seemed she could hear the snarls of beasts and worse. Much of what little armor she wore was muddied and dented, and she was nigh out of breath. By now Eirika looked more like a wild-woman, her clothes ripped and muddied, hair tangled and stuck full of twigs, than a noble, elegant princess of Renais.
But still she ran. Far worse things than bandits hunted her now, and the very woods themselves seemed to conspire with her pursuers. Naked, clinging branches and brambles snagged at her clothes and hair, tearing the former and tangling the latter. Leaves on the forest floor concealed slicking muddied puddles and knotted uprisen roots that slipped and tripped her at every turn, and only her nimble footwork had kept her from falling and being overtaken.
However she could not keep this up forever. Already she grew faint and weary, and even her light armaments felt unconscionably burdensome upon her shivering frame.
A single misstep was all it would take to spell her doom, and who knew when or where that might come, as she tumbled blindly through the thick, thorny foliage of that dark wood?
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