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Run. Run far away and never return. that's exactly what we did. Misty couldn't keep up and shouted "Bianca! stop Bianca!" but I couldn't hear a word, I was too far ahead. She chased and behind her was something chasing us, it wanted us. Black cloaked and hooded, like something out of a horror movie. We were surrounded by thorn bushes and trees, below was cracked ground covered in sand and dry grass. I wasn't sure where to go, it was as if a dead end had occurred yet it hadn't, it was just the ongoing ground waiting to be trampled over by me and Misty. I couldn't get my head around it, I could've cornered and gone back on myself but I went forward, ahead whatever you want to call it. I paused, didn't know where I was going anymore and when Misty had caught up that's when I knew it was close, too close and I was scared of what it was, what it could do and the harm it could bring. How was I to know if it'd hurt us or not?

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