As the cold night dawned on him, he knew what was going to happen if he got cought. He knew he would die like all the others who have been cought. Twigs breaking,leaves crunching underneath his bare feet and under the hooves of the guards black,red-eyed horses,they were getting closer to him he could feel it. Shouts came from behind him,so the boy picked up his speed,turned left and hid behind a tall,old,black and crooked boom that looked like it had a face on it,a face that looked scared. The boom made him feel uncomfortable so he ran to a old marble statue of a woman...a woman that had a face that looked terrified,and eyes that looked as if they saw something horrifying. Then the barbaroc guards rode door on their horses not seeing the blond,spikey haired boy,when he felt that it was all clear he stepped out of hideing spot and then..."swoosh" something sharp and wooden hit him in the the back. The blond fell to the ground not knowing if he would die of not but when he looked up he saw a teenage boy the same age as him pointing a bow and arrow at him while staring at him with red eyes and then muttering something to the blond that sounded like"You're pathetic".