Lendra stumbled down the path, gasping, hand pressed tight at her side, stemming the flow of blood. A distant shout spurred her on, sweat streaming down her face.
“It has to be around here somewhere!” she whimpered, sensing her pursuers close. “She promised I would find it when I needed it!”
Her toe caught on an exposed root in the path, sending her sprawling. Pain shot through her body, the wound the central point of her agony. With one hand, she pushed herself to her knees and looked up. Before her the door stood, a raven perched on top watching her with bright eyes. A faint silvery glow outlined the bird.
“Finally!” she muttered, climbing to her feet. The wood door was cracked and gray with age and weathering, the brass knob dull from countless hands grasping it. Four bloody hand-prints stood out, like someone tried to reach the top of the door and the raven perched there.
“Lady Raven, hear my plea! Darkness has returned to the land, and I am hunted. Grant me access to the land of ravens to join my sisters,” Lendra spoke in a soft voice, ignoring the crunching of the leaves behind her. The raven above the door croaked once, flapped its wings, and took flight, circling the clearing before disappearing in a silvery flash.
“I found her!” A young male voice announced, eliciting shouts from the other members of the hunting party. “You can’t escape us now, little bitch,” he said with glee. “My daddy and brothers know what to do with your kind.”
She turned to face him, a silvery glow from the door enfolding her. With her bloody hand, she reached out, grabbing the young man’s arm. Her other hand grasped the doorknob, producing a bright flash of light. When the light faded, the door, Lendra and the young man were gone. Only blood and footprints remained.