She looked back hoping she lost him among the dense forest but the colour drained from her as she saw him still following her with sword in hand.
She trotted faster through the undergrowth, but then, she stumbled over a protruding tree root and fell. Her ankle hurting, she couldn't find a way to stand up again the pain was hard to bare but with her will and adrenaline she got back onto her feet, but it was too late, the man was too close now and as she turned, she ran directly into the sword he held behind her. A surge of pain ran through her body and golden tears were running down her cheeks as this man towered over to finish his prey.
She felt her power vanish and broke down to the ground, feeling the smooth and damp grass of the morning underneath her. Her last view was the male, standing above her, his hands raised, enthralled about his luck and victory. In the moment of her death he would loudly call his wishes out in the forest, like the rumours said and like it always had been, when one of her species was murdered.
She closed her eyes, the last golden tear ran down her cheek, her breathing waning more and more going silent until she finally died on the forest floor, kissed by the few last sunbeams that guided her over to where all her ancestors waited for her.
Wicca Merlin
Photographer