Cedwyn pulled at the front of her dress, lifting it to give her legs more room for movement as she ran through the bracken, into the nearby woodland.
Her breathing was heavy and her chest felt like it was burning as she tried to increase her pace, adrenalin and fear pumping through her body. Her head turned, just a fraction, to see if she could see her pursuers and how close they were.
There were two hooded men with angry looking faces, both carrying axes and focused on catching her.
It was still dark outside, with only some minutes before the sun rose and brought the heat of the spring in Chetwood and Hamglen when Fiontann made his way past the gate of the hamlet and towards Chetwood. It was one of the days of the more relaxed training, he would run in Chetwood wearing his normal clothes with only his greatsword on his back. On days of intense training he ran in chain mail with shield and sword on his back.