1. Character: Lektry Harthorn
2. World: Tonberry
3. Prize: Chocobo Noble Barding

Splash!

Her heavy footsteps in the forest’s puddles as she ran.
Her breath growing short.
Behind that tree.
Rest was what she needed.
Surely she lost him.

Clip clop!

The colour quickly drained from her face.
She hadn’t lost him.
Determination to annihilate that which attacked him.

Fishing, the morning’s wet weather lured her into the shroud. Setting her bucket down next to her seat, she casts her line out to start day.
Hours tick by, as the rain lets up as an eerie fog creeps into the shroud.
Lektry notices the change in weather as she stifles a yawn, surely on more fish and she’ll have enough.
One more couldn’t hurt.

Drawing the line back as she goes to cast out she’s met with resistance, tug as she might, it would not give. Standing she turned to see what her line was caught on.

Splash!

The rod dropped from her hands as she stumbled back. The glowing eyes of the horseman trained on her, his horse stepping closer as she drew back.
Swinging his sword in a menacing arc sent splinters of her chair flying through the air.

Not waiting for a moment longer, she spun on her heels and started to sprint in hopes of out running the primal.

Just a simple fisher.
One more, what harm could it do!?
HA
Her life.