Everything is black. My heart is pounding in my chest ever faster as my feet race across uneven ground. My eyes are blurry and I have no idea why. I'm crying. As soon as I realise, the tears stream out, but I shake them away: I must keep running. I can't see where I'm going so I try desperately to use my other senses. Through my great, gulping breaths I think I can scent a dense ochre smell, like damp wood and earth. I must be in a forest. Mental note: look out for trees. I constantly stumble and trip over what must be roots and lumps of ground, scrambling to keep from twisting my ankles in the potholes that appear to be every two steps. I hear nothing but the soft wind whistling through my ears and my hair as it flies out behind me. I must be getting away...
CRASH.
All of a sudden I am a crumpled mess on the floor. Dazed and disorientated I struggle to find my footing again and have to grip onto the rough bark of the tree I ran into. The rapid, thumping sound of racing footfalls now echoes through the air. Panicking, I realise they must have nearly caught me up, and suddenly I'm off again like lightening. The footsteps are getting ever closer and I can now make out sinister panting ringing out in the dark like a bell. My hands tighten around my precious cargo. The tiny treasure wrapped inside the fabric bag has not shattered, despite my fall. I must protect it with everything I have. I must protect him. I must save him.