Run, just run.

The shadows were quite long as the three youths ran through the woods. They had a mile yet to go to get back to the village. They could make it before the sun set if they kept going. Then they'd be safe. Because at night is when it started, when the music began, when everything went wrong. The only sounds were those of their footsteps and drawing ragged breath as they moved. But then the quiet was destroyed by horrible crack and a scream as one fell to the ground.

Camryth turned her head to look back and nearly fell as she slid to a stop, "What happened?"

Her brother looked up at her from where he knelt, "It's her leg. Nell's leg is broken."

"Her leg? Not her ankle? That isn't right, we'll never get her up into a tree if her leg is broken," Camryth said, "We still have some time, maybe we can carry her..."

And that is when the music began to trickle in, the notes always slightly off key and discordant.

"No, no, no," Camryth said, "This is too soon. We should have had more time."

And to her horror growls could be heard coming from beyond the grey mist in the distance. Camryth reached down to her belt pouch to pull out her sling, only to find nothing there. Looking further behind them she could see the pouch laying amongt some fallen leaves.

"We've got to..." Camryth began but then lost her words, as dozens of pairs of eyes could be seen in the mist, they almost seemed to glow red as they reflected the remaining dying light. Before she even had a chance to unlimber her staff dozens of creatures, far too large to be simply called wolves, poured out of the mist and ran at them and people began to scream.

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Camryth awakened with a jolt. It took her a moment to get her bearings, sitting in the back of the slowly moving wagon. Faint music trickled in from up front, clearly one of the wagoneers had a lute they were playing.

"Just a horrible dream," she said, rubbing the sleep out of her face. She looked out of the rear of the wagon, watching the countryside slowly move by. Perhaps in time she could get some more sleep, "This time it will be different."

She leaned back against the side of the wagon and waited. Soon the waiting would be over, as she had been waiting for far too long. She was going to find him and change things. Find the life worth living.


Careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
Besides in the meantime something's just dreaming of tearing you apart
For those songs know what you did in the dark