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POV: Azarnite Weaver
Outside Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric
Not Long Ago
Beautiful. Sunshine. Aza. The young woman had been born and raised in this small town just outside the Dhadan Forest, and as she grew she'd come to know and love all of the people, her neighbors, and yet all of the love for her seemed to have disappeared.
Azarnite Weaver stood in her tiny home, alone, peering out one of the windows that looked out onto the main road that carved it's way through the row of houses with a strained crease on her face as if she were looking for something. In reality she was lost in thought, daydreaming more like. Things had changed so much in the last few weeks and still she was working to come to terms with the idea that maybe it was time for her to move on, to leave all the people she'd known and grown up with behind. None of them were wrong for being afraid or for looking at her the way they did. What with the sparse incident that happened here and there, and her crying out so loudly in the night it woke those in the houses closest to her own. Azarni's dreams and sparatic, uncontrollable bursts of- what even was it? A sort of raw energy that leaked out of her at the worst of times. Everything was spiraling down around her.
Her bright, sky coloured eyes shifted and blinked as she drew herself back to the present and pressed a loose piece of silvery blue hair back behind her ear. A soft sigh began to slip out past her lips when she saw them. The three strangers in white cloaks, pressing in on an elderly fellow she used to know well. Knitting her brow and tilting her head to inspect further it she found the old man's hand lifting up shakily to point in the direction of her house and suddenly she felt very ill. Hazy pieces of her dreams came back to her in nauseating waves- visions of shadowy figures dressed in robes surrounding her until they swallowed her whole.
"Stay away from me!" She shrieked as her feet trampled through the long grass, her heart pounding like a sledgehammer in her chest, all the while cursing herself for not leaving sooner or listening to the warnings. For being so blind!
She had very much refused them, escaping out a back window as soon as they'd started heading toward her without time to grab anything. Everything in her told her to run even when her adrenaline threatened to leave her nailed to that spot. Fear had won, luckily enough for her, at least for a moment.
That was short lived. So focused on running as fast as she could, she failed to watch her steps, and a root that snaked up out of the muddy ground caught her foot and she fell forward- screaming as her hands shot out just in time to keep her from face-planting in the dirt. Flipping over onto her back she kicked her feet in a frantic manner, scooting herself back as at least one of the three slowed the chase down to wander toward her. Pulling a hand out from behind her, she held it forward with her palm open toward him. What she thought she was trying to attempt was unclear, but it was obviously a failure as she turned to shaking her hand out and quickly spun back around trying to get her feet back up underneath her so she could run again, growling in frustration.