"You can't catch me!" A young boy yelled running through a grassy field.

He turned around to see a young boy, of 10, chasing him. He had dark black hair and icy blue eyes. Sweat dripped down his face as he ran through the evening sun.
"I'm gonna get you!"

"No you're not Rick!" The young blonde haired child yelled running around a tree, Rick in close pursuit.

"C'mon Chris, you're older! Slow down!" Chris zigzagged between a line of tree's and headed deep into the forest. One thing must be known about their surroundings. Rick was moved to a remote location in Africa when he was 8, yet Rick had no memories to where he previously lived.

He lived in a small village, one of the few remaining parts of the world unscathed by technology, a natural utopia. People from all races could come here and free themselves. Theydas village was constructed originally by the elves, but as people discovered its location they pleaded to be allowed to live there, many families wished to be away from the violence of society, and Theydas village was the place to be. The village was cluttered with dozens of huts, each with their own unique touch by their owners. In the center of the city a large fire pit existed, where the people would gather weekly to celebrate life and the joys of earth. Three elders ran the village, wise beyond their years. The three elves, whom the villagers deemed the Three Wiseman, decided when one could travel to the neighboring villages or when one wished to leave. They were approached with nearly every problem, but they always had a smile on their faces and have yet to be proven wrong in any matter. The village was completely free of the greed and lust that large cities enveloped. Yet danger still existed. The woods next to the city were inhabited by numerous monsters, Worgs, Owlbears, and Giant Boars. Thus the city had its own elite guard. It was composed of a handful of men, both elven and Human and they would seemingly always appear when trouble reared its head. Because of the impeading danger of so many creatures returning to society only one rule existed, stay out of the woods, when the time was necessary the elite guard would accompany you to your destination.

"Chris…Uh..I don't think we're supposed to go into the woods. Come back."

"What are you scared? C'mon nothings gonna happen." Chris said daring Rick to venture inward.

"Umm…ok.." Rick said hesitantly as he inched his way in farther. "Chris, my mom said there are Huge wolves that eat people in these woods, c'mon lets go."

"Aw, geez, you are a wuss!" Chris turned around and headed deeper. A cold wind blew through the forest, as he walked forward twigs and dead leaves crackling under his feet. The sun seemed to suffocate as light faded the deeper he went. Turning around he saw Rick running up close as he latched out to his arm. "C'mon nothings gonna happen." He turned back around, and as if on cue, a large figure darted in front of them. "Umm…maybe we should go back." They turned around only to stare into a drooling mouth of fangs.

The two screamed and jumped backward. Chris pulled on Rick's arm and tried to run in the opposite direction, but our carnivorous predator quickly cut them off. "Chris, I'm really scared!" Rick yelled, a cold sweat dripped down his spine as his eyes scanned the forest for any place they could run. The two continued inching backwards as desperation crept in, when they tripped backwards over a fallen log.

The snarling beast loomed over the two children. It's jaws clamped down on Chris's shirt and slowly lifted him upward, drool covering his collar. "Help me Rick!" Everything turned red. Rick's pulse sounded like a deep drum. Everything around him tingled his senses, as he looked forward the beast glowed with a dark aura, as he watched Chris in slow motion flail wildly. Everything inside him lurched outward, as he opened his mouth to scream. Time slowed as he threw his hand outward, and an invisible blast threw our snarling beast into a tree. Letting out a squeal, the beast picked himself up and limped away. Chris picked himself up looking at Rick, who had passed out over the log, blood dripped from his nose. " Rick….how'd you do that?"