She ran. The young girl knew not what she was running from nor what she was running to; all she knew was run. Her tattered dress flew behind her in the wind, its once beautiful pale white now a work of mud, blood, and tears. Her hair whipped at her cheeks as scattered tears fell from her tired eyes. Completely hopeless and overwhelmed by the forest, she had lost her path in the sea of deep green trees that encompassed her. They stood high, ready at any moment to devour her soul. For the first time, she can see the realities, hidden agendas, sick pride, and selfish love of the people around her. All she ever wanted was a sense of belonging in its purest form: an innocent existence. Yet, something much darker lies in its facade, chasing her, poisoning her mind, and hindering the ever-shining stars.
