The story of Time - Chapter one

A boy no taller than a school desk ran through the hot, humid forest. They were catching up. His father had died for his sake. He kept running. His short legs flew over blades of grass. Run, run, run, run, run. The sound of a red horn blasted through the forest, echoing through every hollow tree and every rabbit hole. Plants shuddered in response. A chill swept through the boy, eating away at his chest and spine. Heart pounding, ears ringing, he made his way through the forest and jumped across a gushing stream, little drops of water stinging his swollen feet. He kept running. Then finally, once he sure he had lost the red soldiers, stopped by a waterfall to rest.

Soon, the boy curled up behind the waterfall and fell asleep on a soft blanket of leaves. Tears still stained his face but new ones snuck out of his tightly shut eyes, wetting his muddy light blue t-shirt.

Waking up to the cold splash of water isn't the most pleasant thing to happen to you. Now, a cold, wet and extremely shaken up boy trudged on into the forest, looking for somewhere to stay. 

He missed his parents.

He wanted to go home.