16. Frey — Prey

Frey

Run!

I swirled my head to glimpse the creature that was after me, but it was nowhere in sight. The razor-sharp earth stones cursed my feet, and I raced through the densely packed forest, maneuvering through the tree branches and skilfully evading the thick brush that consisted of thorns, poison ivy and wild flowers. I didn't know how I made it here, but it felt so incongruous. Someone was after me and the only instinct that kicked in was survival, hence fleeing with my life. Flashes of a dagger and a book haunted and hunted my mind as uncanny images persisted in my brain. A line of blood ran down my nose. I grasped my hair and struggled to keep my breathing intact and respond to my environment.

“You can't escape me, Frey, darling.” His hoarse voice erupted through the air accompanied by a rather monstrous laughter. I felt a hand caress through my jet black hair, then a faint whisper, whispers, and my eyes bulged out in instant fright. He’d found me.

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I could remember the first da