For two moons and three suns I pursued him, never stopping, crashing through briar, bramble and field. I was beaten battered and bruised, and really tired out. But the rage infused me. It pushed me on like a wild animal pursuing its prey. Why was he leading me out this far? We were way out there. WAY out there. In the lands a territories where the stories of the war with the hoodlums several years ago came out of. After only several hours had the trail of bled energy stopped, for most of the time I was following suttle trailmarks.(Footprints, broken twigs etc.) He had no smell. Nothing. He should have had a smell. It made it alot harder. I pushed on dauntless however, into the land beyond our own. "Damn!'' Birds flew out of the trees as I yelled. "Damn, damn, damn!" I punched at a rock. I had lost the trail. And even worse, I was lost myself. It would have been one thing if, oh you know, my people wern't so wary. The only real word we get from beyond our borders is from merchants and traders, so we really don't know much about terrain. I wished I did now. I was lost. Completely. I had a vague idea of where I was, but not enough to point me in any direction. The only choice I had was a small path that wound off into the distance. I took my chance and began to walk. After several hours I began to grasp the area. I was in lightly forested land, no doubt leading to scrub or lowland, and then probably to a plain or desert. For several hours I walked without incident.... until. I wasn't alone. Things moved in the trees. Things I wasn't sure of. It happened in a flash. I was surrounded by tiny little warriors, all with very big noses. Looking back, I suppose my first mistake was to grabbing the nearest one and hurling him some forty feet. This didn't help and of course, they mobbed me. I managed to beat them off and run, only to be stopped by a particularly large stone tied to a rope the fell out of a tree. They cast a net over me. I struggled. I felt something hit my head, And I blacked out. _________________