Prologe

I winced at the sharp pain of the scalding metal entering my body. I let a salty tear roll down my delicate cheek; but I had to keep running. The men weren't far behind, and they were slowly- but surely- gaining on us. I tried with all my might to get up and continue going but my vision was getting blury and large black spots started to enter my vision. I finally managed to stand up, only to hit the cold, hard ground once again. I looked over my shoulder; sweat forming on my forehead. I could feel the warmth radiating from the hot fire coming from the arrows. I only heard a faint scream before I blacked out; hitting my head on my way down.