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Stumbling and tripping, getting caught in briars and ivy, she fought her way through the underbrush. She wouldn't stop, not even for a second in fear it would cost her life. She acquired scratches and bruises. She wore nothing but a sink nightgown, which was torn in some places from the thorns. Her feet, which had been soft after years of pampering, were cut and bleeding after treading on the rocks and thorns and roots of the forest. In her soft hand, she carried a flimsy dagger. It wouldn't do much good if she were to have to defend herself.
She could hear the thudding of many footsteps following her, the shouting of men. These sounds only pushed her faster. She could hear something ahead, the soft gurgle of the creek that ran behind her home where she used to play with her older brother, tossing pebbles across the water. Another sound reached her ears, the sound of barking dogs.
She pushed herself to go faster, racing towards the shallow creek. She reached the soft, sandy shore of the creek and waded into the water. The water only came up to her knees. She hurriedly pushed through the knee-deep water. The water was gold, sending shivers through her body. She moved as quickly as she could, the water reducing her speed. She could hear the splashes of people and their canines following her, chasing her.
Once she made it to the other side of the creek, she scrambled up the soft, sandy bank, and raced off into the forest. Low hanging branches slapped her soft, pale skin, thorns tore it, leaving streaks of red in their wake. She didn't know where she was going, this land was foreign to her.
She made it to the edge of a cliff and froze. Below the steep drop of the cliff, there was nothing but rocks and a shallow looking stream. She looked around wildly for a route of escape, but the only way to go, was off the cliff. The sounds of men and their dogs grew closer. She stood, paralyzed from fear as the appeared from the cover of the trees, drawing closer.