Ran, Running, and Will Run By Maddiff Rel

Now

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Your feet hit the age-old snow with such force that flurries of snow kick up as you run. You feel as though your armor is weighing you down. The sword on your back is of a strong metal called Cramosite, a red-chrome metal that is often referred to as the strongest metal of the land. Your armor, as mentioned before, is very heavy and made of a stable metal called Storgisite. This metal is also strong but heavy, unlike Cramosite.

Knowing this, you trudge on, running. Running to and from you know not of, but you hope to find this out. Your memory has been stolen, and the only thing you can remember is your feet slamming on a ground of a rich, tall, green grass, like there was no tomorrow.

While looking back on all what is now and trying to remember what was then, you trip on a rock. Your head hits something buried within the snow, and the depths of your mind grow and swallow you...