*~*Zachary's POV*~*
I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that I was running through the woods. And I was terrified.
"Where is this place?" I asked myself, but my voice was difficult to hear.
My feet thundered against the ground with each step I took. My breath sawed in and out of my lungs in ragged, huffing gasps. The wind whooshed and whistled between the branches, making them creak and groan like some ancient, mythological beast coming to life. And then there was the voice.
An odd, mysterious voice was following me through the trees. I was reasonably certain that there was no one behind me, at least not physically. Yet, somehow, in some way, I was being pursued. As strange and unlikely as it seemed, I was someone's quarry, and they were closing in on me.
