His heart beats very quickly as he runs through the forest. Checking behind him every so often, he continues his sprinting. Yelling and screaming comes from behind him. Every step there is crackling and breaking of weeds and twigs. Breaking the line of sight of his followers, he rests against a thick and seemingly tall tree. With his back against it, he slides down the tree into a crouching stance. He attempts to control his breath, hearing more footsteps shortly behind his trail.

“We WILL find you!” a deep raspy voice said. “Just give up! Make it easier on yourself.” another man said sympatheically. Still hiding by the tree, he closes his eyes very tightly hoping his followers pass him by. He begins to grip his fists insanely tight out of fright. Suddenly, his left hand becomes warm, then begins to have a burning sensation. He looks down at his hand which is now has shards of light, as if he is looking at sunrays through the cracks of clouds. To Be Continued…