I pulled up the hood of my cloak, thankful for the dark color that would blend into the night.
I was careful to keep my footsteps constrained to the moss below my feet, knowing it would help to conceal the sound of my footsteps among the dead leaves and brush that lined the ground.
I ran so hard, trying to listen carefully to the sounds behind me. As expected, I heard his footfalls behind me.
He was chasing me, just like I had expected. I veered hard to the right, looking back over my shoulder. I didn't see him.
Even though I was small, I was fast and as I darted through the trees, I could tell I was gaining at least a little ground.
I deviated to the left this time and studied the landscape, looking for the perfect place to slip into and lie in wait until he abandoned his mission.
I kept my eyes open and once I saw the perfect ditch, I scurried down into it and hid beneath an oversized tree root in a sort of small makeshift cave.
