I look back as I run looking for my persuers. The small band of murderers and thieves that killed my family. I turn back to look where I am going and run straight into a branch. The sting of it whipping across the face is agonizing. I stumble into a field of wonderfull spring flowers. Two creatures, a mousemaid and an otter, look up at me in surprise.

" Run!", I shout and point to the big redbrick house. As I say this an arrow whizzes by. Followed by another that takes me in the hip. I continue to run and grimace at the pain. I look back again and see the gang of weasels. I draw a power up within myself, a power showed to me by my mother. And fire a blast of thick smoke from my hands obscuring the vision of the archers. As I do this I feel my energy being drained by the power of casting and stumble. I fall exhausted and on the edge of consciousness outside the gates of the great redstone abbey. Then I feel strong arms grip my shoulders a heave me up and past the abbey threshold before all goes dark.