The Mating Run by Leeka

Escape

The moment Ettle uttered those words, a knot tightened in my stomach. I watched her grab a makeshift fishing rod, a look of determination etched on her face.

“Stay Inside, Alina. It’s safer this way.”

Ettie said, her eyes serious.

I nodded hesitantly, feeling the weight of her words settle on my shoulders. Ettle had become a stranger, a version of my friend entangled with the ominoust threads of the mating run. As she headed towards the river, a pit formed in my stomach, the silence of the hut growing more ominous.

Left alone, I surveyed the crude dwelling Ettle had fashioned for us. The logs. and branches formed a protective barrier against the forest’s unknown dangers, yet the very air inside felt heavy with secrets. My gaze shifted to Elijah’s bloodstain on the floor, a stark reminder of the brutality that had unfolded.

Minutes crawled by, each second echoing louder in the confined space. The urge to flee seized me, but Ettle’s warning hold me in place. My hands fidgeted, playing with the edges of the map hidden in my pocket. The lines on the paper seemed like a lifeline, a potential escape route from this surreal nightmare.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that every rustle in the trees outside held a hidden threat. The forest, once a place of solace, had morphed into a labyrinth of uncertainty. I strained my ears, half–expecting to hear Ettie’s scream, but the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind,

I wrestled with the dilemma of whether to trust her, my instincts urging me to leave this makeshift haven. Yet, fear paralyzed me- fear of what lurked beyond the walls, fear of the Ettle I once knew, now transformed by the Mating Run.

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As the minutes stretched into an eternity, I found myself pacing within the confines of the hut. The anticipation of the unknown clawed at my sanity. My eyes kept darting to the entrance, half–expecting Ettie’s return, half–dreading it.

A dull ache settled in my chest, a mix of anxiety and regret.

The map crinkled softly in my grip as I withdrew it from my pocket, its contours unfolding to reveal a tattered landscape of inked trails and markings. My eyes traced the lines, the numbers denoting Hunters and Hiders scattered across the forest like cryptic symbols.

Ettie’s figure, represented by a tiny number, hovered near the river, a distance. that seemed both daunting and tempting. A surge of conflicting emotions tightened my chest. Was this a chance to escape the shadows that clung to our shared history, or a plunge into the unknown that lurked beyond the boundaries of the map?

My gaze flitted between the crude depiction of our hut and the expanse of forest stretching towards Ettie’s location.

I knew the risks of venturing towards Ettie, the Hunter whose actions had transformed our friendship into a dance of uncertainty.

As my eyes fixated on the distance between us, a flicker of determination sparked within. Escape became a tangible possibility, a choice to navigate the wilds on my own terms. The map, a parchment of liberation, beckoned me to defy the constraints that bound me to Ettie’s unpredictable actions.

The urge to flee gripped me, a dance between the known confines of our makeshift refuge and the uncharted territories marked on the map. The forest seemed to echo with the silent beckoning of freedom, a freedom that lay beyond the numbers, beyond the web of alliances and betrayals.

My fingers traced the path that would take me closer to Ettie, and the anticipation of this clandestine journey pulsed through my veins. A quiet resolve settled within me, a resolve fueled by the desire to untangle the threads of fear that bound me to the hut, bound me to Ettie.

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whispered tales of alliances and treachery. The forest, an unpredictable canvas, concealed its dangers behind the veil

once defined our friendship. The dichotomy between the safety of the known and the allure of the unknown echoed in the depths of the hut, amplifying the weight of my

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and cons swirled in my thoughts, weaving a narrative

and fear.

me,” I whispered, my breath catching on the words as I scanned the

me, beckoning like sirens in the tempest. Escape meant. liberation from the unpredictable dance Ettie led us through. The forest, a labyrinth of unspoken fears, promised both freedom and peril.

of our shared history. The cons whispered of the bond that once held us together, the echoes of laughter and whispered dreams

the wind.

now felt frayed, strained by the weight of

between the known safety of the hut and the untamed wilderness beyond. The pros, like distant lanterns, promised a path to independence,

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admitted, the truth hanging heavy in the air. The internal monologue echoed my uncertainty, wrestling with the fear that

mumbling, the dialogue with myself became a lifeline in the echoing silence of the hut. The pros and cons, an intricate dance, mirrored the conflicting currents within me. Ettie’s laughter, once a melody that resonated in the walls, now echoed as a distant memory, drowned by the weight of the cons that

of independence, of breaking free from the clutches of a friend turned stranger. The cons, however, clung to the nostalgia of shared moments, a whispered plea to salvage what remained of the friendship that once

beat of unseen wings, I felt the decision resonate within me. The hut, once a haven, now bore witness to the unraveling of bonds and the emergence of a lone wanderer. The map, crinkling softly in

the bag. It hung there, a silent witness to the internal monologue that had echoed within the hut. Biscuits, a humble offering

impending departure. The cons, like

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The bag, slung over my shoulder, carried the weight of a choice that transcended the

of escape. The dialogue within me, once a symphony of conflicting emotions, now hummed a melody of determination. Each step

forest greeted me with its dappled sunlight and the rustling of

an expansive canvas waiting to be explored. I cast a hesitant glance over my shoulder, half–expecting

with a sense of freedom, each step resonating with the echo of newfound autonomy. The map crinkled in my hands, a tangible guide to uncharted territories, and I found solace in its simplicity. The dialogue

leaves, a chorus of encouragement, urged me to venture deeper into the heart of the unknown. The silence, once stifled by the walls of the hut, became a symphony

shedding layers of confinement, a gradual release from the invisible

fragrance of freedom. I walked, not as one escaping, but as one ombracing the vastness of the forest, eager

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