#misstep.

@lostexpatri8

Please. Yuka ran. Her feet thumped against dirt and her breath burned her lungs with every bitten back curse. She was fast but she was not sure. The forest had begun to loom in growing shadows from the tilted sunlight. And from those shadows rose monsters: creatures dark and smiling, thorned ivy for stretching arms. How they moved. They leaped from grey to grey, from the shade of one tree to another, as easily and quickly as one breathed. Yuka had made a mistake.

They were small at first, little creatures she could bat away easily. And bat away she did. They disappeared in puffs of smoke and left coin behind. Feeling bold( and liking the sensation of being bold), she drew herself further step by step until the entrance was somewhere behind her covered by trees and bushes. She did not feel so bold now. Yuka ducked beneath low branches and broke into a clearing running. It stung, her breath, her skin, her thoughts. Please.