Snipet #15

As Evelyn ran through the thick woods, she felt as if her feet weren't touching the ground. Nothing, not her clothing nor her hair, the wind nor rain, encumbered her movements. Evelyn was aware of the boy following her, and she was rather pleased with herself. She wondered for a few moments what interest he could possibly have with a girl like her, with her worn cotton dress and dirty scraped knees. She thought of herself in those simplistic terms sometimes, yet really, she felt somehow that there was more to her than her outer shell. She could not be defined by any one thing, least of all her long, bony legs and clothing. What could make him brave the elements to pursue her this way, she couldn't imagine. She had no knowledge of her own power, she just knew she was different. She was ultimately oblivious to the fact that she was a burst of wind and an ache in the belly of everyone around her because she was honesty, and a ethereal, fearless creature. It was this lack of complete awareness, her innocence and the very contradiction of her being that drove Percy on.

Percy kept pace with Evelyn, staying just far enough back to give the illusion that she couldn't see him there. It made him feel better to think that she didn't know he was there because he truthfully didn't know what to do if he caught up to her. He was moving forward, yet didn't really have a plan. He just knew he couldn't stop. If he thought too much about this, he would have froze in place and not taken another step. He would have lost the light he was seeking, and to wander in darkness in the woods was not something Percy wanted to do.

Evelyn stopped abruptly on a slight incline and Percy didn't notice as he was shielding his eyes from the wind and rain with his arm and he almost careened into her back. She turned and looked at him without blinking. He found that odd, as the wind and rain were still raging and it couldn't have been easy for her to keep her eyes open and focused. Percy, she said, as if it were a statement of some important fact, and not just the name his mother gave him. He slipped as a gust of wind rose up and seemed to lift him off his feet. She reached for his arm and said, Come, and she led him off to the secret place where the light and dark come together as one.