A Grim Glory - ON HOLD

Grim. The creature that lurks in the dark. The creature that does not hesitate to kill. So they say.


4. Stalked

Merana blinked and rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the vision. Was it a dream? She had to be dreaming. If someone had written that, they would have taken her back... Wouldn't they have? She stood up and began taking down the tent as fast as she could. Whoever it might have been might be out to get her. It wouldn't be him... would it? Could he write things? Could he even speak? Her next door neighbor had said something about a voice... Merana shook her head, as if to clear it, and began walking again. The fire was still giving off small whips of smoke, but nothing too dangerous.

Even as she walked, Merana felt like someone-or something-was following her. But who? Why would anyone want to stalk a runaway? She picked up the speed, pressing on at a steady jog. With her pale fists clenched, she made steady progress, occasionally stumbling in the odd hole. Merana had no idea where she was going. She was just running. Grief drove her on, gave her strength. She channeled her fear, using it to make herself go faster. Something was following her, that was all she knew. She would turn around only to find nothing but the green grass and blue sky. She headed towards a forest, the spot of dark green leaves growing closer with every step.

By the time the sun was setting, Merana had reached the forest. She didn't feel tired, and knew she would not sleep with the knowledge of being watched. The evening chorus was well underway as she continued to walk, the growing darkness swamping the trees, making it harder to see. Merena flicked on her torch, illuminating a narrow beam of white light ahead of her. She turned around, checking behind her again. The torch flickered, and in what little moments she had in darkness she could see something. Her heart skipped a beat and she began to walk backwards, the light of the torch still flickering eerily. A fog was stirring, coating the ground with a milky white. Curiosity drowned her fear, and Merana turned to torch off. A small distance away from her were two glowing eyes. The red pinpricks sent chills down her spine. Within moments they had gone. She had almost convinced herself she was dreaming when they re-appeared. Closer. Merana turned on her heel, tearing through the forest with a renewed fear. She turned the torch back on with shacking hands. Something was chasing her. That something was him.

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