My clothes are clinging to my body, draging me down. The vines and shrubbery are cutting through rocky skin. The shadows follow me with every step. The air is heavy and my lungs are struggling. Whispers of sun touch my face through the thick lining of greenery. My boots track through the uneven hills and dips that scatter the floor. This mountain seems larger than I remember. There is no one within 1000 miles of this place, I feel desperate. The stick I've been using finally snaps under the pressure of supporting all of me. My face becomes lacquered in mud, layers dripping from my forehead just to hinder my line of view. I whip it away in time to see an arrow flying straight towards me. It missed by a hair. As it turns out, there are people near by. Suddenly I find the energy to get up and Sprint over rocks and under tree trunks until I feel far enough away to be safe. My back hits the trunk of a large tree, if nothing else my breathing is going to give my position away. After some time my heart rate managed to steady and I can hear myself think again. I'm most likely out numbered and I know I am to drained to escape let alone fight! A shiver runs down my spine when I hear leaf clutter crunch behind me. There are light foot steps. Although light you don't need to see this person to know they are strong. I decide to step out from my quickly vanishing safety spot behind that tree, I have my hands up in front of me. I will be facing them eventually either way. I can't seem to force my eyes all the way open, I'm not ready to face what's in front of me. Before I have time to th i nk any further an arrow is shot right at my feet preventing me from moving. My vision is blurred and I'm struggling to stop my knees from faltering. I look up, eyes wide. It's a boy, about my age. He has olive skin and messy brown hair, he towers over me but is small in size. His clothes blend into our environment and are obviously to big on him and were raged and thoroughly worn. His eyes are on mine, sharp with no hesitation visable. His stare is enough to bend mountains. My mouth is assaulted by the salty taste of silent tears. I decide to be fierce, the tears stop and I stand up straight. ...
