Seth thought of himself as a normal boy, untill he meet Tra one day that is…. is life from that second would never be the same.

The meadows was quite still as though waiting for something to come pass. The sunlight streamed through the limbs of the trees, gracing the floor of the forest with beams of light. Sounds of twigs snapping could be heard in the distance growing closer. The forest creatures awaiting the approach of the disturbance.

Seth’s heart was racing, feet pounding through the undergrowth of the forest, legs moving as fast as they could. He knew that he had to keep running to stay as far away from the monsters as possible. Seth was starting to tires out he had to have been running for what seems like hours, twisting and diving through the oak and pine trees getting scratched frequently. Earlier in this chase as he was running through this horrible terrain Seth had tripped once already and hurt his wrist trying to catch himself. but only to have his hand slip into a hole making his body force his bones to snap in two.

“WHACK!”

Seth turned his had to see what had happened. One of the monsters with their awkward limbs and small head had apparently while running after Seth had swung his pick axe into a tress as he had tried to cut the corner., The monster with its slim long legs and arm, long skinny torso, and large oval like heads with leathery tan skin and black dots that ran all over its body. Ripped the pick axe

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out of the tree with ease, and grinned with its shark like mouth at Seth’s retreating figure. The creature tilted its head to his right shoulder and sniffed the air through the two slits upon his face, licking its paper thin like lips.

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