~Prologue~
Imagine you are running. The dark forest surrounds you and each step skids on rotting leaves. What you are running from you do not know. But it is there. Every step you take is mirrored perfectly by this creature. So that you almost cannot tell it is behind you unless you listen very carefully. Maybe it has gone. The blood pumping in your ears fills your head with sound. But you can feel that it is there now. Your legs are tiring, but faster you go. Faster until you feel that you will fall. You want to turn your head to see if it's behind you, if it really is there. What monster hell has sent after you. Yet you're paralysed with fear and you don't want to slow down. You know you soon will slip. There are too many roots, and it's dark, and it's cold, and you are too afraid, and you just want to go home.
Now you are falling. Too late you remember the warnings of the cliff in the woods. At least this fear will end soon. The blurred darkness is rushing towards you and you scream. Everything goes black.
