Beads of sweat roll down my face and I breathe in continually, forcing air into my burning lungs. My feet are kicking at the dirt and fallen leaves as fast as they can; I can hear large stomps shaking the ground and I tighten my grip on the little brown sack in my hand. Cool drops fall onto my hot face, and the night seemed to get darker when the moonlight stopped guiding my way.
Suddenly, a boulder appeared in front of me, and I put my hand out. I concentrated on the rock as I mumbled a quick spell under my breath. Upon touching it with my fist, a hole was blasted through the middle. I jumped through it and kept running.
The giant chasing me howled in pain as his foot hit the boulder; when he fell to the ground, the earth shook and I was catapulted into the air from the force. I closed my eyes as I went up, and said another quick spell under my breath. I felt myself teleport a few miles. Then I crashed through something wood, head first.
