(Ran)

Korri POV

I ran.

I woke up, and ran

Wow, that ain't weird.

What's wrong with me?

I can't look at them without seeing the vision replaying in my head.

I run to the most welcoming place I can think of.

The woods.

The image of a little kid with his sister taken away burns.

But then I realize: the pain's coming from beneath my knee.

I pause, and sit down at the base of a large cherry blossom tree.

It's all cut up.

Scratched is more accurate.

A long cut ran up to half way up my thigh, with small little veins crawling to almost my knee.

It's dark purple, like the shade that you might find on a bruise.

I make the attempt to touch it, but it burns my hand.

Damn that's hot!

I stare at it. "What?"

I have to go back- wait. Did I see LOLA there?

No. Impossible.

I might be crying.

I might be doing a lot of things.

But I never thought I'd be living with a boy who is the son of a god.

I never thought I'd run away in the first place.

I never thought I would have visions.

I never thought about a lot of things.

But I still walk back to the little cabin by the lake and woods.

I still walk back to my happy place.

And I still walk back to the refuge of Korri Sallow, and Mars Vasilios, a.k.a, Ares Vasilios.