she was running, hard and fast.
she didn't dare stop or glance behind her.
she ran over the vine twisted ground.
jumped past the moss covered trees.
her cape billowed behind her, her sandles sent shocks up her legs along the lace that tied at her knee.
her short emerald tunic moved with her as she ran.
she ran faster as she heard their shouts.
she knew they were close behind her.
she would not let them have her.
then she saw it, her way out.
a cliff and a river of water curling towards it and down its side.
she looked backward and saw she would soon be in their shooting range.
"better luck next time boys" she whispered as she surged forward and jumped...