I run and run, yet It keeps chasing me. Of hither there is no disturbance, It comes forward, to corrupt me, scare me, and destroy me...
Flames of fear set high and ablazed on the roofts of the crofters, they were scattered in fear, all was uncleared. A glimpse of a small child, tied in blonde hair, and her sapphire blue eyes reflecting the happening. She was weak, and seems not far a dwindled man with dusted face be acrossed around his expression. he laid weak, but he wasn't begging for mercy. He taunted of which someone, nay... A creature near him. A broad one, and a humpbacked posture, It clasped with eerie ill gears, and a crude poniard by It's right hand. The young child watched, It groaned several times before It chopped between the man's head and his figure. And with a sudden gesture, It grimmed and hastily it eyed the child, with a terrific face she had ever seen.
