Anew

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Scarlet was running, blind and hopeless, through a thicket of trees that were the only thing between her and Tristan’s precious life.

She didn’t know where he was. But she could feel him. And she followed the feeling without question.

Through bushes and mud puddles and broken leaves she ran, the icy winter wind whipping at her foiled hair and releasing her curls. She felt the silver ring come loose and grasped at it so she wouldn’t lose it.

Running and running, she dried her tears and kept her head high.

Now was not the time to fall apart, now was the time to focus.

She was getting closer, she could feel his anxiety…his fear…his love for her pouring out of his soul in mourning and regret.

Oh, Tristan, what are you doing?

Please don’t die.

Her feet pounded the earth as she traveled as quickly as her high-heels would allow.

Screw it, she thought, kicking of her heels and flying barefoot through the trees.

Terrified and freezing, she ran towards the only person stupid enough to die for her.

Tristan Archer.