The sound of footsteps vanished, fading into the woods. There was a sigh of relief from somewhere behind a tree, and a girl of about 15 darted out from behind it. She was filthy, mud caking her legs and arms.

She made to run, but let out an involuntary gasp of pain as a thin line of liquid ran down the side of her lower leg. It had been pierced by something small and sharp and ran much deeper than it looked.

In taking a sharp breath, the girl forced herself to move as fast as she possibly could.

Her fastest turned out to be a sort of limping run that was easily accomplished by clinging to trees and hopping on her one good leg while being careful to make sure she didn't make the slightest bit of noise.

Finally, to her relief, it started to rain. It would be much more difficult for them to track her now.