01.03: Crystals

Each step Allora Rivens took left behind a small trail of crystals that ranged from deep purples all the way to soft blues. Her hair was tangles and in need of a good brushing, but Allora refused to stop. If she were to stop, her brother might catch up and get a hold of her. The blood coating her inner thighs and along her legs was proof enough of his cruelty.

He had done the unthinkable to her while in a drunken state, adding insult to injury by giving her some fresh wounds to her legs. The scars already there ran deep and twisted all along her legs and up to her midsection. The old raggedy dress she wore did little to hide the ones along her legs from the knees down.

That was when she heard the voices and jerked her head around. Gripping onto the old military jacket she wore, Allora picked up her pace. Were they here to capture her for her her brother? Would they make her go back home?

"No," She whispered and found a nearby tree, quickly climbing it. Once in a secure section, she looked back and began to build and build and build...

Until the forest was mostly crystalized within a ten foot radius of her. Some crystals spiked out dangerously sharp. If anyone came to harm her, she could easily build more, but only if they were within the ten foot radius.