Freshly Dripped Blood
...n, into a small stream, infiltrating the stiff ground in agony. The dead grass stained, even the swirling dust a tint of crimson. She runs as if possessed by the Dark One, not yet aware of the catastrophe that has befallen on her. The scream heard earlier slowly dies into a murmur of curses. As she escapes the shaky hand unconsciously, the chase begins. She quickens her dreary steps, moving mechanically, as if sensing the dark follower. The sky suddenly gloomy, as if cast by Death’s shadow, sending her a chill deep in the bones. The sinister creature seems to hear echoes of despair in this desolate and somber land. Suddenly, she trips over, falling limply to the frozen ground. A dark phantom looms over her, and the corpse-like hand shakes as it reaches for the scarlet...