> A Flash of Fire > by RustyKat > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Lost and pursued > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a windy, cold day in the mysterious town of Berthos. Dark pitch-black clouds covered the sky, choking out the life giving rays, and putting a dark droll on the entire land. There was no sound, except the whistling of the wind, and the steady drumming of rain all around, followed by a perilous boom of thunder that was loud enough to be heard for miles. Lightning streaked in and out of existence in a brilliant display of power. As the rain turned into a terrifying downpour, a small figure huddled in the only shade she could of found quickly in her panicked state.... a small cave under a tree. How I wish things could be better... I wish I hadn't left from the town to find that butterfly..... why was I so careless? The questions ran through her head, as she tried to block the cold wind from coming in. She was a rose- colored mare, with a blue mane, and the most deepest sapphire eyes, that if one were to look in them, you'd feel as if you were looking into her innocent soul. The ice-blue stones looked to the sky, as if to beg the clouds and wind to stop, as she waited for the storm to pass. But eventually sleep took her into an uneasy slumber, despite the howling of the wind, and the rain that was as cold as ice falling, making a Pliter--platter as the frozen rain hit the soft earth. A sudden Crack! was heard, and the mare sprung suddenly back to consciousness like an uncoiled spring..... just in time to avoid a crashing tree the wind had knocked down. Her heart thumped wildly at her close encounter, and she gave a shudder at the thought of had she not dodged in time. She looked around, before she got to her hooves. The rain and wind had lessened, and all one could hear was the soft sound of the rain drumming around her upon the ground in small puddles. The mare gave a shiver from the cold, and decided to find better shelter, so she held her tattered black cloak tighter against herself, and set out into the harsh unforgiving weather. The mare looked all around, but she couldn't see through the fog that was thickening ever so much around her. It swooped in and skirted around the buildings and the trees, like a giant eraser moving indiscriminately to eradicate what was once there into something that's not. She stood in a pocket of it, but it only seemed like a pocket to her. She knew that she too was swallowed, erased, eradicated by this enveloping whiteness. It hurt her eyes, it was so white. Staring at it made her feel like she was staring at herself staring at nothing. Her mind fought hard to drum up a thousand different description to plaster across it. But there was nothing that could truly describe nothing. Each thought she had seemed loud and exposed, just like every movement she made in the silence that wrapped like the fog around her. Maybe the fog was somehow in her, just as she was in it. She couldn't help but feel overwhelming panic. She had absolutely no idea where she was anymore. A figure darted past her, but she only caught a blur of it as it went by, shrouded and further hidden by the towering dark trees. "H..hello!?" She said with a note of fear. Another figure darted past her, and she could of swore she saw the streak of charcoal color..... She had the vague sense of being surrounded.... and an overwhelming sense of panic. One... then two sets of eyes shone out of the white wall of fog, and the ominous pearls of bi-colored lights turned into 3 pairs. The word hit her thoughts like a bolt of lightning. Wolves..... I'm surrounded by wolves. Could my luck get any worse!? Her heart thumped in her chest as the eerie silence continued, but now with the soft sound of them drawing ever closer. She heard the harshness of their breathing, and heard the fall of their paw pads......... She imagined their great bulk stalking her like some beast of prey. If they caught up to her.... She knew it would not be pretty. In a panic, she turned tail, and bolted. The wolves gave chase to their new prey. She could hear them ever so slowly catching up to her. She knew running was useless, but she ran anyway. She had to find a place, anyplace she could hide. The very thought of their claws and teeth tearing her apart in peices spurred her on in a fearful panic. She could hear her pounding heartbeat in her chest, the furious sound of her hoofs made as they attempted to outrun their pursuers, her quickened breathing to give oxygen to her tiring muscles. But eventually she couldn't run anymore. Panting as she slowed, she looked around and saw a small opening at the base of a tree. Small enough for her to squeeze into, but not big enough for a wolf. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the wolves. She wondered exactly why they kept to the mist, since they could of already caught her. Quickly she hid in the small space, and waited. She heard the sound of the wolf come closer, and listened fearfully as there was the sound of furious sniffing, as if the wolf had lost her scent. But then she heard a breathtaking howl from that wolf, and the sound of fleeting paws. It was a while before the mare cautiously poked her head out from her uncomfortable hiding place, seeing if the wolves had left. She couldn't understand what had made them leave like that when they were so close to catching her. A dark thought in her mind told her they might of been leading her somewhere.