Come little children | Au | fearling-king & fallen-intoshadows
Seraphina stood in the center of a small northern village, the sun had set and night was falling. She never feared the night, but lately it had been making her uneasy. She watched as the people of the village returned to their homes, until finally, she was all alone. The shadows crept down the stony path like a snake through the water. Her eyes scanned while her hands lay against her chest under her dark cloak, curled around the only thing she could really called hers. Her locket.
Something was here.
In the deafening silence, a voice whispered against the back of her neck. She turned quickly, stumbling back.. No one was there. "Run." it whispered, a faint giggle echoing around her.
Run.
She took a few small steps back while her wide, emerald eyes tried to find something in the nothingness. Her entire being began to quake. There was a final sound of silence before she took one inward breath and let her small limb drag her fast through the ghost like village. She headed for the woods while the voices wandered along after her.
Run, run, run.
