if you wanna get out alive

The cloaked woman ran, she ran as fast as she could because her life depended on it. Saia was gone. She was dead and Rava wouldn’t let her sacrifice go to waste. She wouldn’t be caught. She couldn’t get caught. Somehow managing to retrieve her cloak, her safety blanket, as well as one of Saia’s feathers she ran from the place she was kept. She ran for days, only stopped when she’d run herself exhausted. She traveled at night and hunkered down under her cloak while she managed to get a few hours of sleep. Rava couldn’t stop, if she stopped she would be dead.

She had been keeping to the trees and briar lands, because of her tiny size she could navigate them much more nimbly than anything chasing her. The moon was high in the sky as she approached the edge of the prairie. It was miles and miles of open land. Her breath came in huge gulps as she calculated her next move. Most of the way she would be shielded by the grass, but not all of it was very tall quite yet. She needed food, she needed water, but all her body was telling her to do was run.

So Rava continued to run, her dark legs leapt off and she raced through the prairie grass. She didn’t know how far she had to go or when she might be safe. She just had to keep going.