The wind was wild as leaves ran for their lives as if being chased by a beast.
The clouds began cuddling together, readying themselves to pour out their fears upon their mother, nature. The trees waved their hands in accordance with the breeze as if sending a warning signal to the unarmed being who ran on the path with no destination.
She was light on her feet. As swift as a rabbit. She made no mistake tripping over the stones that laid unafraid. Although she couldn't see through the angry wind, she new where her feet would land blindfolded.
Then, she heard beasts following from behind. Their pace were ten times faster than hers. With this she increased her speed, her legs growing weaker and weaker.
