I ran as fast as I could, looking behind me frequently. What if they found me? What if they caught up with me, and sent me to Hades? Would they really do that? My own friends? Was it all just a lie?
I ran as fast as I could, keeping to the edges of streams and rivers as much as I could, using the strength of the water to keep my legs going. I had been running for days and days, trying to escape my past; my friends.
When I finally found the camp, relief washed over me. I was finally safe. And hopefully the demons/ friends of mine would try to come here, and die.