All I could hear was my pounding heart and ragged breath. All I could see was the trees flashing by me and the fat moon hanging low in the sky. All I could feel was the pine needles beneath my feet, the wind tearing at my hair and skin, the occasional tree limb reaching out to scrape my face or arms. All I could smell was smoke and decay and rotting leaves. All I could taste was fear.
I ran, cold adrenaline flowing though my veins with my hot blood.
The breath was ripped from my lungs as I smacked into something solid. I stumbled and fell onto the rough dirt and spiky needles. I rubbed the tender spot forming on my forehead and glanced up at... nothing. It seemed.
But, there was always a flaw in magic.
I spotted the tiny chink of shimmering silver air. A force field. A dome. A mouse trap. I was caught.
