...since I last did a short story on here!

Soooo here u go:

      I walked, subconsciously, along the path, as if I'd done it a thousand times over. In truth, I'd never even seen it before in my life.
      While my feet led the way, my mind was fixed on what may come. I knew, as I was a young hero, that there would be danger ahead. I could sense the instability of the place as I had passed just the day before. As always, I did the opposite of what my instincts told me; run away! Therefore, I walked towards the danger.
      The grey wooden border separating me from the black and grey wild plants seemed to get closer and closer as I walked. The white stone path went on forever.
      Before I knew it, the black ivy had coiled itself round my ankle; the dark grey roses' thorns grew across the thin path, scratching at my legs. The path, then a millimetre thick, provided no protection from the advancing plants. The border was being trodden on by my weakening feet.
      Even as my white blood trickled down my bare legs and feet, I knew the real danger was yet to come. I still awaited my true challenge, my test of power, my horrifying truth.

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