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>>The Capture<<<




Blood, blood, so much blood.

Jolie’s breath tore from her chest and throat as she ran –how long had she been running? – over the rough stones, the branches reaching out and scraping at her face – how far had she run? – like little claws, slowing her, trying to stop her.

Not today, bastards!

Panting, she shielded her eyes as she shoved through the forest brambles and undergrowth, her clothes ripping. Her feet, bare, hardly felt the forest floor as she flew through, the jagged cuts not even bothering her. They were part of her, one with her, as much as she was a part of the forest.

Faster, faster, the voice said in her head, and she knew, she knew her escape route was close. He wouldn’t bother speaking to her otherwise, if she wasn’t. Not far now, little captain, not far.

Behind her, she could hear the bay of the bloodhounds.

Gritting her teeth, ignoring the blood on her hands, she clutched her sailor’s hat closer to her chest as she shoved through a particularly tall wall of hedges, the thick branches catching her clothes, her hair, ripping both from her in chunks. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, crouching to make herself smaller as she transferred her hat to her teeth so she could use all her body parts to battle through.

Hurry, little human!The baying of the bloodhounds got louder, making a whimper of panic rise to her throat, and she clawed at the hedges harder, hardly noticing the splinters under her nails that trickled slow, tear-like blood down her fingers.

Her hand met open air, and with a gasp of relief, she shoved the rest of her body through, kicking up dirt as she scrambled through. Rolling on her shoulder as she collapsed through, Jolie barely managed to keep from rolling straight off the cliff.

“Dragons!” she cursed past the hat in her teeth, grabbing the nearest jagged boulder sticking out to stay herself. Panting, she glanced around, the sea water spray cooling her sweaty face, sticking to her like a mother caressing a baby.

Hurry! her dragon called, but no matter where Jolie looked, she could not spot him.
The howls were closer, louder. Panicking, Jolie stumbled up and down the cliff face, looking for steps, for platforms, for anything that would help her down. But no avail; she had cornered herself. Only one other option….

Just as the first blood hound burst through the walls of hedges, Jolie caught sight of her dragon. Grinning to the sky, she set herself facing the edge of the cliff, ready to leap.

“Catch me!” she screamed, taking a running start off, the same time her pursuers burst through. She barely got a glimpse of the Chaser, a young man, brown hair and shockingly blue eyes before gravity plummeted her down to the sea below her.

”NO!”

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