Orange and purples painted across the sky, mixing together in a deep red. A shadow flew across the horizon, slowly taking form into a person. A girl, her dark hair tangled and wild around her face, her hazel eyes sunken and defeated, as if she had just been through hell and back. Her body was decorated with dirt and wounds, some still bleeding. Her name was Penelope Di Vito. She descended to the ground, falling first on a branch, before finally hitting ground. Ignoring the pain in her limbs, Penelope, using the tree for support, struggled onto her feet. She looked ahead of her. It was a road, a long, winding road, over hills and valley. She could see no end. She took one step, then another, and another, starting her journey down the endless road. Soon her feet were scratched and red raw from the walking, but she didn’t care. A cold wind blew past, the thin shift not even providing an ounce of warmth. She wrapped her arms around her, small sparks bursting from her fingertips. Please wait for me. Night finally settled in and the air got colder, a waning moon providing the only light. She still walked, looking for something, anything, a sign that somebody lived on this nowhere. She took one more step and then found herself lying on the ground, too exhausted to even try anymore. This was it. She was going to die. She had failed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed. How pitiful. She hadn’t even found any hope and here she was, lying on the ground like the weak burden she was. She couldn’t even stand up. Her thoughts drifted back to him, still there waiting for her, like he said he would. Only now, she wouldn’t come. The tears kept coming, even as she closed her eyes to the welcome embrace of darkness.