Author's Note: Hello, lovelies. I apologize for my apparently deceased-state from this site...I can't guarantee that it will improve until August at the latest. But, to my wonderful friends from the JATD fandom, I missed you. The problem why I can't update 'Ballad'? I'm on the wrong computer. Je m'excuse! But I figured I ought to write something for you. It verges on a bit of a dark theme. Oh well. I fought fought fought through writer's block to give you a preface and first chapter of a new story. I apologize for crappiness. I love you. Now I'm going to shut up. Cheers.
PREFACE
There was nothing more to do but run. Trees and earth, moss and rock...the splendour of nature was utterly lost on him, as his feet pounded frantically against the dry, hardpacked dirt, and sweat poured down his face. He could practically hear the coarse accents shouting their bloodlust, the cold iron clang of crude weaponry, the sound of hooves thundering upon the ground in hot pursuit. He shuddered, pushing his legs faster and shoving aside his fear, ignoring the blistering burning that scorched his muscles.
The rock seemed to rise on its own accord, sharp and unexpected in the thick underbrush of the woods surrounding Kippernium, and Gunther Breech swore violently as pain shot through his shins. The dry earth rose up to meet him, as he stumbled across the parched forest vegetation. Wincing, he glanced down to assess the pain, before dismissing it with an iron will.
Because, hey...there'd be a hell of a lot more agony if he stopped moving now, he reasoned grimly.