Dye'd out of Blood

Prologue: Undying Will

In the middle of the night, in a dark and dense forest full of all kinds of vegetation, the only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of leaves and the occasional creaking of trees. The animals had already gone to sleep, and the forest seemed peaceful. But suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of a little boy running for his life.

He was being chased by four hunters on horseback, clad in iron armor. The one in front looked like the leader, holding a torch in his right hand to illuminate the path ahead. The hunter on his left had a bow, while the one on his right held a sword. The one in the back also held a torch, and they all seemed determined to catch the boy.

He darted through the trees, his heart racing with fear. The hunters were in hot pursuit, their horses pounding the forest floor as they chased after him.

The leader of the hunters raised his voice and commanded the one on his left, the one holding the bow, to shoot the boy. He aimed at the little boy and fired an arrow that hit him on the back of his right shoulder. The boy's eyes widened in shock, and his face twisted in pain as he groaned, causing him to stumble.

"AAACK!" 

The arrow struck him with a sickening thud, and everything went dark. When he came to, the world was spinning around him. The pain that the boy was experiencing was unbearable, a searing heat radiating from his back. He looked to see the arrow protruding from his body and knew he was in trouble.

He tried to move, but every breath felt like daggers in his lungs. Blood seeped out of the wound, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him . He knew that if he didn't get help soon, he would die. Through the haze of pain and fear, despite his exhaustion and the pain from the wound, the little boy gritted his teeth and kept running. He knew he had to keep going if he wanted to survive.

"Why?!... Why is this happening to me?!... Why is this happening to 'us'... for what reason are they doing this!?... We haven't done anything to them and yet!"

As he stood up and ran, the boy kept wondering why this was happening to him. He had never done anything wrong, but the hunters seemed determined to catch him. He was getting shot by the arrows repeatedly, but he refused to give up. 

The forest was dense, and the little boy had a hard time navigating through it. He stumbled and fell several times, but he always managed to pick himself up and keep running. He was tired, out of breath and scared, but he kept going.

The hunters were closing in, their horses snorting and neighing as they drew closer. But the boy had one advantage - he was small and agile, able to duck and weave through the underbrush with ease. But as he was getting more and more tired as he ran, his vision darkened and it was getting harder to see.

The hunters, perhaps noticing the little boy's condition, took advantage of this and shot another arrow, hitting the little boy's left calf and disabling him from moving any further, which stopped him in his tracks. His footing slipped as he started falling down a steep slope. The loose stones shifted beneath his feet, and he stumbled, his arms flailing as he tried to regain balance. But it was no use; he was falling, tumbling head over heels down the rocky slope. His body bounced and jolted, with each impact sending shockwaves of pain throughout his body.