The clouds covered the rapidly darkening sky as the chase began, my heart was pounding in my chest as I ran through the forest. Rain pounded down, trickling down my face alongside my tears taking layers of grime of my body. The ground began to squelch beneath my feet, I slipped and fell onto the mud letting out a cry of dismay, feeling hopeless, frightened, devastated, defeated. A storm of angry yowls sounded behind me and I knew they were coming. My family splashed into my head, I had to get back to them, I had to survive. I looked up determinedly, putting my hands on the moist earth and hauling myself up. I was drenched from head to toe, soaked beyond the ends of the earth, I had never felt worse, but I had never felt so strong. I ran, I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran, in my head my sister was laughing making fun of how slow I was, cheering me on. I imagined her now, wondering where I was, maybe crying even. I felt a flame rising inside me, one that burned off the sorrow of the rain, one that pushed me onwards, one that gave me the power I needed, one that led me back to my family.
Idk...
