I breath in deeply as I run through the forest, the only sound I hear the blood pumping in my ears and the whistling leaves of the trees and bushes around me and the crunching of the fallen autumn leaves under my boots. I leap over a large exposed root in my path as I bound along at breakneck speed though the rapidly diming forest. If I had been anyone else, running a pace like this could easily be lethal as I single missed step could send me crashing head first into a tree trunk or a rock, but I'd been training for too many years to let such a small mistake catch me now. I hop over a fallen log as I continue to run. All I know right now is that from sun's position in the sky, I'm heading Southwest currently and that I have maybe an hour before the sun sets behind the mountains and the forest I'm in falls into darkness. As I run, I look back over my shoulder to see if the ones hunting me are close behind, but there's no one in sight; it's just me and the squirrels now. I think I've given my pursuers the slip for now.
I cautiously continue my pace as I speed through the forest, moving closer and closer to my objective as the daylight quickly fades away. As I'm I begin sensing several magical presences approaching me from behind. The pursuit squad.
I quickly begin concentrating on the presences, trying to gather just how far behind me they are. Ten, maybe fifteen seconds behind me? Whatever the case, I'm not going to be able to escape without a direct confrontation. I redirect my focus to my left hand as small ember like flames begin to take shape on the palm, I concentrate on it as I feel the presences growing larger in the back of my mind. The embers on my palm now full-fledged flames, I'm ready for whatever comes next.
Sliding through the leaves, I come to a halt and spin on my heel in a one hundred and eighty degree turn, sliding my dagger from its sheathe on my chest with my right hand. I wait for my chasers' first attack in anxiousness, flames in one hand, dagger in the other. I glance all around me, backing away slowly as I look. The presences are directly in front of me now, spread out behind the trees and bushes just outside of stone's throw. I'm certainly out numbered, presences of varying intensity just waiting for me to slip up and make a mistake. Cautiously, I start backpedaling away, hoping to coax them out of cover so as to give me a target to immolate. I get my chance, as I back away, I see a cloaked and hooded figure try to break away from cover behind a tree and try to dart behind another closer to me on my right. I let loose the ball of flame from my hand and it races towards the person slightly ahead of their path. I turn around into a sprint before I see it connect, hearing the figure cry out in pain as I run, it's the higher-pitched voice of a young woman. I hear a heavy rustling behind me and I feel several of the presences flare in intensity, preparing a magical volley of their own while two others quickly give chase. I begin preparing yet another fireball as I sprint away. I sense one of the presences falter and split. I duck just in time as a ball of flame even larger than my own shoots over my head and slams into a tree up ahead and eats away at the bark. I put a several trees behind me and the remaining attackers before I turn around once more, ready for a fight now that the odds are now slightly better.
Two of the figures rush around either side of the trees, one with a saber in hand, the other with a massive two handed warhammer. The saber reaches me first as he slashes sideways at my chest. As I parry his sword, the I see the figure with the warhammer charge towards me with his hammer raised over his head. I immediately break contact with the saber and hop back just in time to watch the hulking figure's gigantic warhammer slam into the ground where I had stood just moments before. The two silently stare at me and follow me in step as I slowly back away from them. Suddenly from amongst the trees limbs further behind the two figures, a I see a flash of light and a split second later I hear a sharp peal of thunder and terrible burning sensation grips my side as a slender arc of lighting impacts ignites the leaves on the ground behind me. I instantly cry out in pain and fling my fireball towards the two armed attackers before I turn and run away as fast as I can. I run as fast as I can despite the the numbing pain coursing throughout the entire left side of my torso, never looking back as I try to finally reach safety. And then I see it, the break in the trees just ahead and the open expanse of farm fields just beyond it.
I press myself haphazardly into a sprint, ignoring the burning in my legs and the pain and soreness racking my body. Then the world goes completely silent, and all I hear is a dull clack from behind me and a incredible pain flashes through my left leg as I crash to the ground. I grit my teeth and try my absolute hardest to concentrate on one last fireball as I vainly attempt to crawl towards the tree line. I hear several pairs footsteps steadily growing louder from behind me. I push myself harder into the crawl, each crunching footstep drawing near is another step closer to my capture.
"By the gods, he still trying to escape? A tenacious bastard, isn't he?" I hear a man's deep bass voice chuckle.
"Indeed he is, but a traitor's a traitor. Now let's get him back to the cap'n and end this little chase, shall we?" I hear another man's voice say.
I feel a hand grip my left shoulder and roll me over. In a final show of resistance I slash backhanded with my dagger, the blade slicing cleanly into the chest, to which he is caught completely off guard and slumps to the side. Equally surprised by the sudden resistance, the massive figure stares in disbelief as his comrade falls into shock. In one deft movement I fling my fireball at the man's head, the ball of flame striking him squarely in side of his throat. The sudden pain staggers the man as he stumbles away, grabbing at his throat.
The two men now incapacitated I crawl to a nearby tree and lift myself shakily to my feet. I stumble clear of the forest, burnt, bruised, and shot. As I hobble away, I can see it; I can see the walled town easily within walking distance of me.
I limp to it, my safety finally within reach after seemingly hours of immediate and impending dangers. It's so close, I'm so close. Even closer, I see a couple farmers in standing behind a horse pulled cart, working diligently to load sacks of vegetables into the back. I reach out my hand in desperation, they seem so close, as if I could just simply reach out and touch them.
I inhale as deeply as I can, taking in a giant breath of air as I try to scream so as to get their attention.
And just as I'm about to call out to them, I feel something slam into the back of my head, and the words that would have ensured my salvation die upon my lips as the world changes to black.
And I feel myself fall.