Max was driven away in a peaceful sleep. Everything felt perfectly. Not worry, just rest. The gentle breeze swept over her.
Her eyes flashed open. She stood and looked down the hill. A strange trouble feeling swept over her. A wind began to came harder. Max shivered. She turned her head. The water in the pond, moved back and forth. Something was going on. Max stood up.
Her body felt sore and stiff. She took a step toward the pond. She looked into the pond and saw her reflection. She let her hands slide into the cool water and folded it into a bowl. She scooped water into her hands and threw it in her face.
"Ah," she enjoyed. It felt cool. In a flash it slightly changed. Max looked at the pond. She touched her face. Something sticky was hanging on her face. "Ugh." She tried to wipe it away with water. But the more water she used the stickier it got. Max began to cough. She stood up and started rubbing her skin.
She could barely opened her eyes. "Mm," she groaned. She hobbled slowly back. "What is this?" She started to panic a bit. The more she deteriorate the closer she came to the edge of the hill. Not observant, she put her foot over the edge, let out a startled scream and fell.
Max was lucky that the hill wasn't to style and went diagonally down. Max rolled over the ground. Jagged rocks, excellent roots and small bushes stood in the road. Max rolled over it sideways and painful. She couldn't bring herself to a stop.
She felt her wounds that she already had got worser. Max finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, but she continued to roll. A large rock let her painful stop. Max moaned loudly in pain. She grabbed her hand into the ground to not to cry the pain out.
She swallowed and got up cautiously. She sought a hold on the rock. Slowly she managed to bring her head up. She looked around. She was surrounded by trees. "Strange, they weren't here first?"
Max thought. It was downright bizarre. Max managed to come right up despite the stinging pain. She didn't recognize this place, she had never been here before. At least in this area. She was back on the hill. She walked cautiously toward where she came from.
She tried not to force too much.
Max was breathing heavily. She had the reach the foot of the hill already. The wind became stronger and she was almost blown away by the force.
The cold cut down her face. She had to find a shelter, she would never be home before dark. With shielded head she continued, becoming slower and slower, more difficult and laborious.
When, after half an hour, no progress had been made, she sank down on the ground. Just a little break. It was even colder. Max cursed herself for forgetting a jacket.
After a few minutes she stood up. Her legs firmly protest as her head gave her a dizzyspell. She supported on her knees panting.
"Come on Max" she encouraged herself. She made her way on, exhausted. She sniffed. A shiver went down her back. A voice in her head told her she had to run.
Max turned around. White translucent sohadows slid to her. They were not ghosts. But they were not persons or bodies either. Max stepped back. This was not good. She could not possibly defend herself and run would be difficult. She had no choice.
She went back, she turned and ran. It seemed, however, fast walking, but there was pain with every step she took, she could not do otherwise. She gave a quick glance over her shoulder. No longer sees shadows. Instead there was a gray hair glow.
Max swallowed. She had to get out of here. By looking back she forgot the way for her. A thick tree root lay in her way. She stumbled across it, but did not fall. She stumbled when she disputed her ankle.
She stopped immediately when she saw the road for her finish. She looked over the edge. She saw a row of jagged rocks below. She looked back and saw no longer glow.
Relieved, she sighed. She let her shoulders slump. "Ugh." A smile on her face area. That faded when the ground beneath her feet was moving and she fell off and fell down.
Storage Max was awake. Bathed in sweat. "Are you okay?" said an unknown voice. Max nodded without looking who it was.
She looked around. She was not in a forest, not even at home. On the contrary. She did not knew where she was. There was not visible. Only sand and stones.
The person knelt beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
Max looked aside. It was a girl and a boy standing behind the girl. The girl had light colored skin. Her brown hair was sorted with a short yellow diadem. She had a dark blue jean pants, a white shirt and underneath a dark gray top.
The boy had dark hair but the colour was faded because the light. She could see his burgundy shirt and black pants with green under gaiter.
A other boy apeeared suddenly behind the dark haired boy. He looked a little scared, but Max got a strange feeling from him.
"Who are you?" she asked.
