TITLE: HOW DEEP IS MY DARKNESS
GENRE: Dark Contemporary Fantasy
The soft floor of the forest whips under his boots. Sticky branches snag his tunic. Deryk tosses his quiver of arrows to the side, his crossbow already lying forgotten in the darkness behind him. Cold air burns his lungs. Just a little further. Then he can rest. The sound of snapping twigs reach his ears. He doesn’t know if he’s breaking them or she is. He glances over his shoulder and sees nothing but bare branches behind him. One of the branches in front of him smacks him in the face. He ducks his head and pushes forward. His breath moves in and out in gasps, begging him to slow down. Begging him to stop.
Lights catch his eyes through the trees.
He almost trips over a vine at the edge of the woods – or it reached out and grabbed him. He tears himself free and flings himself onto the snow dusted ground. But only for a moment. He can rest inside.
The dark grey cathedral looms before him, candlelight illuminating the windows on the bottom floor and torch lamps lighting a path up the crumbling staircase. He launches himself over the cracked stone and throws himself on the front door.
He chances another look behind him. She’s nowhere to be seen. But that doesn’t mean she’s not there. The door pushes against him and he steps back so the priest can open it. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushes past the slightly older man and shoves the door shut behind him.