Imagine: You're running away from your captive castle, your dress is getting ripped while running through the woods, you’re gasping and screaming for help as the guards are out searching for you. As lost as you are, you are still running for hope that you will survive and live, but not in that captive castle. Thinking about everything that could happen if the guards do catch you. You can hear them yelling for you, and their horses galloping closer. Even though your legs are sore, and you are cold, you keep running, as if this is the last time you'll ever be outside, and running to your goal, freedom. You then make it out of the castle gates, and make your way into the haunted forest. As the early night soon turns into a dark midnight, you still run for your life. The guards are still running after you. Suddenly, you trip on something, your foot is now bleeding, and you feel the scorching pain as the blood drips from your foot. Still, with blisters, and a wound, you get up and keep running. Your dress is ripped, your foot is dripping with blood, you are tired, but you keep running for your life. After running for as it felt for hours, you finally manage to seem as far away from the guards as possible. You don't hear anymore yelling, nor galloping. Hiding under the roots of a tree, you decide to settle and possibly rest and sleep there. Scared as can be, you lay down on the soft grainy dirt. Not hoping to fall asleep, you lay there, resting as the wound has now stopped bleeding, but still has the scorching pain. Hiding for your life, you quietly whisper, "Somebody, help me."
This.is.a.pov. Yes, I did make this story pov. I'll maybe add music later idk.
