PRE-JOURNAL ENTRY,
PROLOGUE
The leaves crunched under the soldiers boots. "Where'd he go?" One shouted out.
"That way," Another shouted. "Get him!" They ran out through the forest in search of the one the king called Drake. They ran for what seemed hours, and the king still never called off the search. I was huddled under wildly formed roots sticking up out of the ground. I heard people call out for me. An army of footsteps trampled over the leaf covered ground quickly.
