Her whole body felt like it was lit on fire: legs trying not to crumble beneath her, her chest heaving with every half-breath she was taking— they didn’t even sound like real breaths anymore, some kind of choked and raspy cough escaping her every time she let out air. Her body was overexerted, exhausted, in desperate need of rest.
It had been a close escape, with Ellie having to crawl practically the entire way through the O’Driscoll camp not to be seen. But she’d done it, and now she didn’t even know where she was— some grassy plains; hills and mountains and pretty flowers in most places. Deers looked at her curiously before fleeing, chipmunks scampered around her.
Her eyes were drooping— she was tired. Her legs were now turning more numb than anything, and her head felt heavy and light at the same time.
The little girl whipped around at the sound of a horse neighing gently, though she didn’t even register it as a horse; she just knew it was some kind of animal— and she started hobbling towards it mindlessly, not even seeing the man atop of it…
The sun was getting low and the dim light was illuminating the treetops, allowing small slivers of light to illuminate the path filled with trees in the forest where Arthur was passing by.
The horse galloped slowly, neighing every now and then, overcoming the protruding roots of the tree trunks that inhabited that place, while the man in the saddle lit a cigarette. His black hat pulled low over his eyes, he hated the sun and one hand covered his cigarette, ruined by the wind from his horse's galloping pace.
He'd gone out for a walk. Not because he wanted to see the beauty of those lands, but simply because he couldn't stand Dutch's lectures on what he should do to improve the camp. He didn't need to tell him, he knew what he had to do, but he didn't feel like it now.
The idea of being alone with his horse wandering through those lands reassured him, as much as that was possible. Arthur knew there weren't any nice people in those parts, But deep down, there were none in that world.
His calm left him when his horse stirred slightly, causing the freshly lit cigarette to fall from his mouth. "Damn girl..." The irritated tone, softened by the sight of a frail figure coming towards them.
He looked like a child, but could he trust her? Children were treacherous, especially in times like these. Miss, his hand on his holster and in a hoarse voice loud enough to be heard, warned the child.
"Hey you. Stop there. What you want?"
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