The sound of horses hoofs clopping in the night air keeping a rapid beat. There are five horses, one is being chased. The character is dressed in a large old cloak carrying something under their arm, it's a white vase, as pure as white snow with designs of lovely daffodils that seemed to be dyed over and over again to bring out their rich color. As the horses speed down the dark dirt road the full moon light illuminates the forest making the dead birch trees shine like a knight in shining armor. Gusts of wind start to pick up the shadowed characters cloak, suddenly the hood blew back revealing beautiful chestnut brown hair and lovely creamy white skin. Her cheeks were flushed a cherry red and her sea blue eyes looked desperate as her pursuers got closer their shout even louder! Her pocket jangled with what seemed stones and they felt cold against her thigh. Up ahead she could see a well the moon shining directly over it. Stooping low she scooped up some of the water disturbing the full moon that reflected on the water. Quickly she turned around and faced her pursuers and reached into her pocket grabbing the stones. Openning her hand she revealed that the stones were crystals, as she dropped them into the pitcher the pursuers caught up with her surrounding her and brandishing bows and arrows and prepared to fire. Placing the pitcher in front of her and her horse the girl looked into the pitcher and she could see the full moon reflecting in the water, making the crystals shimmer with beauty as they sank to the bottom. The pursuers released their arrows firing at the girl, suddenly she disappeared along with her horse the pitcher disappearing as well the arrows struck the ground that they once stood on.
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