Sephora was kicking and screaming as they dragged her deeper into the forest. The night air was cold and bit at her pale skin until it sank into her very bones. But she didn't care, not as hands were gripping her arms and legs, while she thrashed in their hard grasp to try and get free. She growled in frustration and looked about her frantically; trying to determine how far it was back home, if she somehow managed to get free and make a run for it. But it was no use, the entire spread of the forest all looked the same, the towering pine trees above her started to look a lot like prison bars, as they still carried her deeper. She bucked and kicked again, thrashing and twisting, anything to relieve that iron grip on her arms and legs, but to no avail. This couldn't be how it all ended, she still had so much she wanted to see and do, so many days with her family that she'd looked forward to. She growled again at the four figures dragging her, their dark hooded faces r

Sephora pulled back her auburn hair, clipping it back with a black clasp in a half-down half-up fashion, and smoothing down her grey winter dress. Although it wasn't yet winter, on the run up to Samhain the autumn humidity suddenly drops at a rapid pace. Nights become cold, and mornings are frosty - Sephora hates the cold. "Sephora?" Zach's little voice echoed down the staircase, down to where she stood waiting by the door. Sephora turned and grinned, to see her little brother clambering down the stairs with a smile that looked like he didn't have a care in the world. She wished she could share her brother's optimism about the world. It wasn't as though he was ignorant of the events that were occurring around him; he just chose not to let it get him down - you would never see him upset about anything, he could always find the good in things. Sephora loved him all the more for it. At the last of the steps, her brother hesitated and Sephora kn

So this is what hell felt like. All around Sephora there was screaming and wailing, unsure of where it was coming from; it took Sephora a few seconds to realise that it was all coming from herself. Her heartbeat was pounding like a drum in her ears, going faster than she thought was humanly possible. It was so loud, it was as though someone had ripped it from her rib-cage and shoved it inside her head. She tried reaching out, to hold onto something - anything, but there was nothing. There was no ground below her, no sky above her, no life-line to cling onto, that could help her. She was free-falling through the earth, and she wouldn't stop until she reached the molten burning core. Sephora screamed again, only this time no sound came out, she'd gone hoarse minutes ago. She felt like she was burning up, whilst being slowly cleaved apart from the inside. She couldn't see anything but red, black and orange, and she wouldn't have been surprised i

[Sephora] Her breathing had started to become ragged, by the time she'd sprinted out of the city and into the forest, heading for the veil. The rumbling in the earth had stopped and the cries in the city had been hushed, when Sephora realised that the Lord had probably decided to come after her. But he couldn't stop her now, she was already too far away for him to possibly catch up - she was almost at the veil. So much so that Sephora was sure that she could even smell its power radiating towards her, as she closed the distance between herself and home. Home. She could see her family again, she could show her father that she'd made it, she could see her brother's smiling face, she could cook side by side with her mother. Sephora hurtled through the trees. She could have sworn she heard the faint rumbling of hooves behind her, and quickly glancing behind her, confirmed that a troop of soldiers on horse-back were rapidly galloping to

Sephora strode down to the Lord's office on a mission. She was tired of staying indoors, she wanted some fresh air. Even if it was only for a few minutes, she could not stand being indoors for another second. She had no idea how she would go about asking him though, if he claimed he didn't trust her, then how was she supposed to prove herself? Well not running to the veil as soon as she was let out, could work in her favor. She chuckled silently to herself. She'd even dressed for the outdoors. Knee-high brown leather boots were silent on the marble floors as she turned a corner and made her way up a flight of steps. Her thick auburn hair had been pulled into a french plait, as she didn't know how to do the fish-tail plait her mother wore so often. Her black skinny jeans might have been a bad idea in such warm weather, but they went so well with her tight khaki t-shirt, that she didn't mind.She reached the Lord's office door and taking his advice from the other night, she