Running.

Running.

Running.

It's all I could remember.

Who was I?

Where was I?

Why was I so terrified of being found?

Were those hoofbeats?!

I risked a glance behind me. Darkness. Maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe...

I made a hairpin turn to the side, and sprinted that way. Was I in the forest? But the trees were so strange... like they were fake trees. The bark too smooth, the branches too high up and even, the leaves too shiny. I couldn't climb away. The hoofbeats followed me through the fake trees.

I couldn't run any further.

I turned and faced my fate.

A dark horse, ridden by a dark horseman rode up to me.

They pulled a crossbow from his cloak.

A single bolt flew through the air.

Thunk.

Red.

Red blood.

My blood.

Over my fingers, down my arm, dripping off my elbow.

The hood pulled back.

Moonlight hit the rider's face.

The last image I saw...

My own face.

Then darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.

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I told you it was short.

If you can find some hidden meaning good on you.