Adrenaline pulsing,coursing through my veins. Reaching my aching hands onto the sandstone wall. Grasping on for dear life. The rock beneath buckled and twitched. The crunching of stone. A chunk of glistening rock fell into the depths depths below.My stomach lurches . And now,I am holding my life in my finger tips. Cold.Wet.Beyond exhaustion. Heaving myself over to top. But I must not rest yet.

They are coming…the hunters. They stare. Soulless empty eyes. Cloaked by fabric and twilight. Rippling soundlessly. They are wolves. Merciless to they prey. The people who jump the wall.The people who dare to do it. People like that are all their prey. Tonight it’s me. Hastily tying a rop to the wall I make my way to the other side. The eerie sound of them echoing behind me. In a desperate break I bolt. Exhaustion slowing me as I a weave through the tall giants. This moment was planned for many months, under glowing industrial lights.I see a hunter behind me keeping up behind me.The silence is deadly. The occasional snapping of a branch by a beast of the forest…my pounding heart skips a beat. I glimpse a low hanging branch. Scrambling up a tree. I know that they have lost the scent. A murder of crows spread their wings into the sky in the distance, shrill cries piercing the stinging air. I’m tired now. I’m bruised and battered. My lip is bleeding. The iron taste of blood. I’m tired…

In the morning I wake to see the sun of the horizon. The sky a canvas of oranges and pinks. Birds sing a choir or a symphony. Why am I on top of a tree? A leather rucksack, a canteen of water. Still wearing the navy silk gown. Strange and ancient runes sewn in with golden thread. A fine scabbard is around my waist holding a bejeweled sheathed sword. I don’t remember why I’m in this dress.

I climb down the tree and see my trusted horse.Chestnut bronze, tall graceful. Summer trots and breaks into a joyful canter his hooves clicking merrily under the dappled forest floor. I see my plan has the went right for a change. I press my nose gently against his head.

Deep into the forest we ride. I forget all direction. Until we see a veil of ghost white mist. I can make out a faint shape. I take a deep breath. This is it…
An ruined yet elegant castle loomed over. Faded Paintings hung limply on the walls. The subjects seemed to follow me. Like that old fancy lady who popped up in the next painting elbowing the person in it. It tried to follow me only to be stopped by a tall suit of gleaming armour.