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Run.

Run.

Run.
That’s what the voices in her head were telling her to do. She never really understood why she heard the voices.

Get going girl!

   She broke into a run, her feet hitting the ground at top speed. Trees blurred past her, mud squelched in between her bare feet. Small sharp thorns stuck up out of the ground and around the tree trunks, piercing her skin. She heard an eerie, loud howl coming from the nearby village, screams soon following. She ran faster.

Go to the Crystal, quick!

    “What crystal?” she muttered to herself out loud. She was almost home. She sighed in relief. The wind blow furiously making it difficult for her to push on. Left, right, left, right she repeated as her feet hit the ground. She could see huts and the bar coming up. Smoke started to fill the air, more screams. Children were crying, trying to find their mothers and fathers.

   In the big crowd stood her mother, dirty brown thick hair, old worn out dress, broken shoes and her home-made wooden necklace. She looked petrified. Her mother caught sight of her and she ran, they both ran. They met up in the middle of the mob. Hearts pounding a million beats a minute.

   She caught sight of an orangey-red flame spreading over a hut on the opposite side of where she stood. She panicked. “Get water!” she yelled. She looked around franticly. “Look” her mother said quietly; pointing back over at the house. She looked back towards the hut. Two young women, a young man and two little children poured out of the hut coughing as they collapsed on the dirt. She sighed.

   Another howl ripped through the village send shivers down their backs.  She could hear people shouting orders in the distance. “Quick! Get him! Get the spear!” an old man’s voice shouted. The sound of a shot gun being fired rang in her ears. Everyone went silent. Only the rustling of leaves behind bushes could be heard from close by. She took a deep breath then started towards the sound.

Stop! Turn around before it’s too late!

   The voices were warning her. The only problem was that she never obeyed them. She quickened her steps and she quickly found herself inches from the small branches of the bush.