Olivia

Her rib cage shattered the moment she hit the ground. She felt her broken bones puncturing her lungs and blood pouring out of the growing wounds. Olivia tried softening her fall with her hands, only ending up scraping her palms to the bone.

She was rolling down a hill, she knew as much.

The grass wasn't as soft as it had seemed from the train window. Rocks were scattered here and there, hidden from the view but very present to an immortal in free fall.

She was going to die after all.

The man in black hadn't followed her, and for good reason. An ancient path-changer as he was, could probably recognise when an action could lead to someone's death.

Every breath was a like a knife stabbing her over and over again. Her lungs seemed to be filled with liquids Olivia did not want to know the origin of. The pain seemed duller, as if even her brain had tired of sending danger signals to the rest of the body.

The only positive thing was that her gray dress was getting shredded. Olivia would have laughed at the though if she could have.

At least she could humor herself until her death.

Her fall came to a stop, and she landed on a soft patch of grass. Olivia couldn't move or breathe, but she was at peace. During the past century she had felt hollow, as if by not killing Guglielmo she had made the biggest mistake of her life, even if he hadn't turned out the cruel ruler that the mist people had claimed. But now that she knew the true nature of her past-masters ... everything was locking in place.

She reasoned there were worst ways to die than surrounded by nature. No matter what the people of the mist said, that was were she belonged.

Olivia batted her eyelashes as night felt upon her. The stars looked like opaque diamonds in the dark sky.

A dark figure showed his face whilst she was loosing conscience for the last time. For once, she was truly afraid that the man in black had found her. She couldn't recognise its features, but from his bright grin she could tell he was not the empty path-changer.

-Looks like someone decided to take the faster route to London. - he said covering his words in sarcasm.

The guy's brown eyes were the last thing she saw before the night took hold of her.