Antirne ran through the darkness, twigs snapping behind her and stratching her face. Suddenly she stumbled into a clearing, she looked around in confusion, not knowing where she was or where she had been. She searched back through her memories, but could only find darkness where her memory should be. She absently brushed back her wild mane; not noticing the red streaks it left upon her already bleeding cheeks. She walked farther into the star-lit clearing, wondering how she had gotten there and why she couldn't remember anything from the previous hours. The wind danced around her gently, causing her hair to once more lift and fall into her face. She again impatiently brushed it away -- crying aloud as she did so. She retched her hands away from her in shock, her already dialated eyes growing wider. She checked herself for mortal wounds swiftly; not comprehending how she had recieved so much blood upon her battered form yet recieving no real wounds herself. Oh Gods! she thought, I've killed an innocent; It had to have been an innocent. Oh Gods what will I do?! She softly whimpered; slowly kneeling down into the long grass she attempted to wipe the crimson stains from her hands and upper arms. She frantically scrubbed; the long spikes of grass stinging her skin and causing friction burns as she cried. She searched around her for some kind of stream to wash off the blood. The grass refusing to rid her of her crimson shame. Finding nothing but trees and shrubs, she raced off hysterically in search of the crystal waters which had to flow somewhere off in the distant black abyss of the night.

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