Through the opening of the door, she heard their thundering footsteps and the clatter and clank as they trashed her home. She waited until she was sure they couldn't hear her, then edged into the hall clutching her precious bundle to her chest. She stealthily opened the door that gave a faint creak, though as faint as it was she knew it did not go unnoticed as she dashed out into he biting chill of winter.
Huddled in a thin coat, her face tearstained,she clutches her most precious possession as she ran by the silver river, her feet flying across the soft silver grass the sound of her pursuers closing in.She ran to the only place where her child will be safe.The place of never ending secrets.The placeof bad and good, a mad man's sanity and a sane man's madness. the place of unbroken promise and sacred oath. It was in this place the woman stepped round to face her pursuers. their pale yellow eyes gleaming in the dark night. her breath famed out in front of her as she lay the child at the base of the sacred tree, her tears dropping on the Childs face.
she turned round and rushed to a guard snatching his dagger from his waist and stepping back just a s quick. she turned to face their leader, a heartless monster, a man who's heart is so cold that there was no description for him.