Running- the creature fled. His mind, frightened, betrayed his every sense. The darkened wood, not six hours ago a sanctuary of peace, was now the breeding ground of every monstrous being imaginable. Each branch was a claw reaching to snatch him away in their grasp. Every sound amidst the sleepless night was a threat coming closer all the while.
Chest heaving, he stumbled to the base of a crooked tree. Fear still told him to run, but his body would have no more. Exhausted- he was forced to rest beneath the moonless sky.















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