I find myself in mid air. Jumping. I dare not to fly. They are after me. I bring my knees to my chest and land with my feet hard onto the ground. I dare not look back. Trees ahead of me, I must head for then trees.
There is am ounce of fear in my body, the rest of it is an adrenaline rush which is keeping me going.
Something sounds from behinds me, and something just misses my ear. The trees. I sprint into them.
Losing energy fast. The fear of pain makes me run quicker. Can't stop, or I will die.
I don't want to die. I'm too young. I have wings, but I daren't fly through the trees in case I am seen. I am scared if I fall. If I fall, I will die. I'm too young to die.
After miles and miles of running, I trip and fall flat on my face.
"No!" I yell. I stumble to my feet, I look ahead and find myself frozen staring at a lake. So many happy thoughts rush into my head at once which make me beam with delight. I then walk to the lake and admire its attractiveness. I then lie down, look up at the stars and find myself falling into a deep sleep.