I ran.

My legs were cramping and buckling and I knew my bare feet were bleeding but I also knew if I stopped, I was dead.

So I ran.

The pounding footsteps behind me were growing closer. I was no match for him. I knew I couldn't out run him. But, all I had to do was reach just outside the wards. Even get just a hand out, and I was safe. Well, for a few days anyway.

Just to the wards. And I was so close.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back hard. I fought like mad as my knees buckled.

He couldn't get me. He just couldn't.

I screamed and brought my knee up in to his gut hard before swinging my elbow to box his ear.

He didn't let go, but he hesitated. And that's all I needed.

I ripped my arm from his grasp and turned, sprinting faster than before.

I could feel blood dripping from my arm where his nails had dug into the delicate skin. I knew I was bleeding from other places all around my body but I couldn't feel the pain anymore as the adrenaline pounded through my veins.

I heard as the man roared with anger and took off after me.

I was almost there. So close. So close.

Suddenly, I felt the wave of heavy magic pass through me and the second I was on the other side, I screwed my eyes shut and felt the familiar feeling behind my navel.

There was only one place I could think of to go.