Running

The forest was rushing past me, or rather, I was rushing through it. I was running for my life. Away from the swords and horses and the men who,for the past three weeks, had been my captors. My long red hair streamed out behind me as I made my way through the trees, being careful not to slip. I jumped down onto a lower path, my feet springing lightly. I ran as fast as I could but it wasn't fast enough. I swear I could feel the men's breath on the back of my neck, but I had to keep going. Something grasped my ankle, I felt it grow tighter and tighter, I couldn't get away. Then it came, that sharp pain that always comes to me when I feel death looming closer. My body curled up like a hedgehog, the men streamed past me, but my leg was still trapped. That was the first time I saw him, following the group on his horse. A tall, muscular giant of a man, his chest heaving, out of breath. I thought he must be an angel, sent to collect me and take me to the afterlife. No. He jumped off his horse and turned his back to me, searching, looking for something ... or someone. My giant angel, a knight of Camelot.

I don't know what happened then. One minute he was looking around in completely the opposite direction. I must have moved or rustled a leaf. I still don't know, but he turned and looked straight into my eyes.

"Hey, guys..." he called. My eyes pleaded with him not to give me away. A voice came from amongst the trees. A voice I knew well.

"What is it, Percival? What have you found?" I was sure I'd heard that name before. Percival. He turned towards the voice.

"It doesn't matter... I thought I saw something but no, no, I didn't, It doesn't matter. Carry on guys, " He lied. For me. He saved my life. I couldn't shake the feeling from my mind that I'd seen him before. I just didn't know where. I shrank into a nearby tree as he turned back towards me.