Run.

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STARSHINE.
FIRST-PERSON POV.
One minute, we had been walking, the next we were screaming and running for our lives. Ray had gotten away safely but had a cut on his cheek. There were more of the deformities chasing us. I couldn't help but be scared.
Suddenly, I had an idea. "FLY!" I shouted. Everybody listened and we shot into the air, and I had narrowly avoided a bite from one of those things.
Afterwards, we flew in silence back to the hut. Apparently Rocky had finished fixing up the walls and he'd repaired a large gate. We all landed down, scared but safe.
"We need to get to that city," Rocky pointed out silently. He was panting, and clearly tired. He laid down and closed his eyes, probably because of the lack of sleep.
Dove was making sure everyone was okay and Cactus was being silent as usual. She could probably be either the smartest or the dumbest of us all here.
Apple was hiding and Ray was trying to comfort her.
And I curled up in Cyan's wings, scared. They worked together? What if they found us? What if my attacker found us?
Cyan was whispering something to me in a soothing tone, and I felt my eyes drooping. I rested my head on her chest again and slowly was lulled to sleep by her voice.

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