Corridors

Asty found herself in the middle of the meadows. Little dandelions riding along with the blow of the breeze. She was in a vast clearing. She was in a field of buttercups. 

Asty could feel her toes brush against the razor-sharp grass. She focused her gaze on her feet. Where were her shoes? Her soles started to bleed and soon enough she had painted the green canvas into a dark shade of red. 

She frantically gazes up, she expected to find the field's horizons ahead of her, but instead, she found herself on a battlefield. Everything was red. 

She took two steps backward and suddenly she hits something solid behind her. She turned around. 

It was Chaol. And he was unstoppable.

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