The distant barking of the dogs.
No.
Not distant, closer, always getting closer. The pounding of feet, the gasping of exhausted lungs. The Terror, the ever present Terror. Not the fear of getting caught but the Terror of what would happen after, after the capture, after the finding. No. Not finding. Must not find. Must not capture. The Terror spurns lethargic limbs forcing them to continue in their desperate flight, over ancient roots, over fallen trees. Ignoring prickles of thorns, tearing of cloth, ignoring the mixture of blood and sweat.
Run.
Must run. Must not be caught, Must not be found. Must protect.
Then the falling, the plunge through brush, scraping rocks, scratching sticks.
Then the silence.
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The Journey For The Heart
AdventureAlona and Ryde have grown up in the Rin forest, awaiting the day they would be apprenticed. Now as this day finally comes, they arrive at the city of the Rini people to find it in ruins. Now, on the run and desperate to find who was behind the atta...
