User blog:Ashburn the Leafwing/My reference for a new story, Forever.

She practically snarled as they snapped wooden shackles around her wrists, holding her to the ground in the middle of the pentacle. More red-cloaked members of the cult arrived. She heard a gasp, quickly stifled from one of them, but couldn't tell who it came from.

As they slowly lowered their hoods, chanting in a strange tongue, she saw one come forward with a knife that glinted in the candlelight. It was him. She gasped now, in rage, pain, and betrayal. He caught her eye and winked. The others whispered the rest of the chant, and that was when he struck, driving the razor-sharp knife into the wooden shackles, freeing her and he turned, falling upon the order with a fury of a man who fights to protect that which he loves. She surged up, her fingers lengthening into claws, and she fought with the fury of a caged animal, falling upon the other members with her teeth and claws.

A horn sounded and the man grabbed her by the wrist. "Quickly! we must go!" She followed him through the forest, both of them leaping nimbly over roots and fallen trees. They paused behind a fallen tree to catch their breath. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah...but I think I got a cut..." she muttered, "He paid for it in blood." "We can't go back...they'll hunt you down, and probably use me too..." he muttered. "So we go, then," she said, gazing into his eyes. "We run as far and as fast as we can. We'll make it, together!" she said, rising. That was when the arrow pierced the tree next to her head.