The sound reverberated through the streets. The sound of the mob on the move. Fear clouded her mind and she acted on pure instinct, she had nothing else to work with. She ran.

Had she been able to think clearly, she would have been surprised about her instinct to run, always considering herself much more of a fighter, but run she did.

Down alleys, through gaps in fences, turning often, doing everything in her power to escape them. Everything but use the gift, the curse for which they were hunting her.

She had been hiding her abilities for so long that it wasn't as though she was deliberately not using them, it was more like she had forgotten that she could.

So she ran as far and as fast as she could and she would not stop running for the mob and their dogs would never stop moving, never stop hunting her, not now that they had her scent.

The scent of a witch, the scent of a criminal, of a freak of nature, of their enemy. It was a dangerous thing to have these days and it was the one she had been born with.

They were closing in. She was running out of time. Just as she couldn't escape the wonders of her abilities, neither could she excape this curse.