Heat engulfed my vision as I weaved in and out through the burning limbs of the nearby trees. Sweat dripped down my face and my breath came in large gasps of air. My heart beat twice its speed and my legs felt as if they were give away any moment from now.
It felt like hours before I cam upon a clearing. I scanned the nearby area and spotted a log cabin not far away from here. I didn't wait a moment too soon. I dashed as fast as I could toward the cabin door and burst my way in. It was dark, except for the lights of the fire that seeped through the doorway.
"Halt!" I yelled.
I quickly started to work. I searched through every nook and cranny of the small cabin, but didn't find any trace of him at all.
I started to panic.
"What if they already got to him first?" I thought to myself.
After about 10 minutes, I finally decided I had to leave. I walked fast out the door, an arrow already notched on my bowstring. I scanned the perimeter for an opening in the fire. I cursed myself for searching for so long. That's when I spotted a thin opening through a couple of shrubs. I will have to take the chance of jumping through the fire.
I took a couple of steps back to gain speed. Then without thinking, I sprinted toward the opening and made a large leap through the undergrowth. A searing pain overcame me and I realized my cloak was on fire! I took it off as fast as I could and stomped on the flames.
"There goes my last cloak." I thought to myself.
But that didn't matter right now. I scooped up my cloak and headed for town. Only hoping it was not as bad as it was here.