"There he is! Get him!"

"The damn traitor! We should have kept him locked up!"

"Who cares! That damn boy. Wait till I get my hands on him!"

Said boy was running as if his life depended on it. Which it did. The sixteen year old dodged trees and hurtled bushes that got in his way. He put his training to test, straining to his limits. Just when he thought that he would get away, he tripped over a protruding root and fell into a deep trench, hitting his head on a rock, effectively knocking him unconscious. The last thing he heard was the concerned hoot of his ever faithful owl, Hedwig.