Eira

What had I gotten myself into? I asked myself, panic starting to settle, and my eyes widening. I turned around to see that I was right for once, not that I wanted to be, though.

"Are you girls ready? To fight, I mean."

I was already dragging a stunned Ena farther from him, and I heard a laugh. Why was this happening? What was the point of this? Murder?

I took another left, and ended up finding a dagger. If all fails, I could defend us with this butter knife looking thing I found. Then, I took another left and I heard Ena scream. I turned around to see he was closing up on us. There was no way we could escape. There was just no way. I would've given up but...

"Eira! An exit," she pointed. But, I had a job to do. I had to get us both out of here safely.

We ran as fast as we could, hope settling in us, as we let go of each other. We could do this. We could leave. Would they still chase us after we get out? Well I could worry I about that once it happened.

The arc made with woven flowers and vines and a lovely sign, with hand carved letters giving the name of the academy, and I was close.

But he was there first. We tried to avoid him, but instead, I got cut on my arm, and let out a sharp cry of pain. I had to leave, I couldn't stop just now, I though as I dug the dagger deep into his hand.

That stopped him for enough time, and we both ran away from the entrance knowing that it would make no difference. What we really needed to do was stay alive. It's not like my brain was working right, but now a new word as getting whispered thought my thoughts. Survive.

We both ran without thinking, and as fast as we could, not thinking about the fact we would tire out soon.

I couldn't run forever. That wouldn't work. I turned around, and told Ena "Run."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Isn't that what we've been doing?" her voice wavered telling me she knew what I meant.

"Hey, I'm the one with the weapon here anyways," I said, faking a smile, though I was deathly afraid. I wanted her to stay here, too. I wanted to live. but life doesn't work that way. Sometimes you can't think of yourself when you most need to. I felt like crying but I knew I couldn't, you get it right? When you're so scared that you can't seem to cry. i closed my eyes, terror consuming me, but i heard a voice again.

"You're wrong," she said, holding a fake smile and digging into her pockets, bringing in a sharper, but rusty dagger.

She was staying with me. she was staying here. I didn't have to be alone. a small sigh escaped me, and this time i smiled for real.

"So let's beat this butler dude, and let's get out of here."

why was I being so positive, why was i being so nice? I still didn't understand what was going on, but all i got was that i had a chance. That i could be free, and i could live.

just on cue, the butler dude appeared, and we charged, not knowing what was ahead, not knowing he had a knife of his own. I had gotten as far as to puncture his stomach as I heard a strangled yell from the side of me. Ena. No... my head turned side ways, and i saw that she had been stabbed in her throat, tears slipping down her eyes. Immense pain lowed through her eyes just as her final breaths escaped her lips. My own arm was cut as I was paying attention to her, and tears slipped down my cheek as something flowed through me and suddenly the Butler was frozen. he was ice. But I didn't care about that, she was dead. I dropped my knees, and held her limp hand. tears escaped my eyes, and i got up and ran.

I'm surprised if there's people reading this but if u are wow I feel bad for you.