Run.<br/>Run, she did. Her handmaidens following closely behind, her soldiers fighting for their princesses's life even if it meant risking their own. Fire and screams of horror and distress coming from every corner of the once beautiful, glorious city.<br/><br/>Her beautiful dark hair flied behind her back as she was guided outside the palace's walls, outside of the life she had known and cherished. She could feel her heart ache each and every step she took, knowing she was abandoning the people who so direly needed her guidance. What else could she do but escape, though?<br/><br/>A hissing sound pushed her out of her own thoughts, followed by a high pitched cry. Larissa turned around, only to find her most trusted handmaiden, the woman she had grown up next to, stumbling to the floor, an arrow stuck to her side, blood oozing out of the wound with a speed which left little hope of survival.<br/>Larissa found herself unable to keep running ahead. She fell to her knees next to the young woman and laid her hands on the open wound. Truly, in the middle of this horrifying situation, her struggles to heal her beloved servant were hopeless. Gazing up, she felt her heart sink, her panic grow, as two impossibly large man began to approach her, lust and anger visible in their dark smiles.