His feet pound the ground like the heartbeat of a frightened animal. Like a Spector the youth flies into Dragul forest, chased by unknown assailants. Roots and branches seem to claw at his dark clothes, as if trying to snare him like a rabbit. His breathing is ragged as he stumbles out of the brambles and on to a deer trail. "Have. To. Keep. Running." He pants as he stumbles on. The already enormous trees seem to grow. "Can't. Let. Them. Find. Me." The trees seem to lean in, as if they were trying to block out the night sky.
He stumbles along the deer trail, searching for an opening. The forest seems to grow more ominous with each step, as if trying to ward him away. After what feels like an eternity, the trees start to recede opening into a moon lit clearing, and two figures bathed in the light.
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Forest of time
FantasyA forest, a prince, a guardian, and shadows in the dark. Time is running out for all of creation. Will life prevail, or succumb to the shadows at the end of time?
