Nightfall approached, and we sprinted for our lives, hoping that there would be somebody to help us.
It was pitch dark when we entered the depths of Outer Area One, also called the Lake District. Many stories had been told about the beauty of this place, but we could perceive none of it, climbing steep hills and mountains one step after another, hearing the sounds of flock and waterfalls close, running for our lives. Nobody spoke. Nobody dared to break the deafening silence. I was glad we could not even see each other’s faces anymore.
Our enemy was hot on the heels, right behind us, it seemed. Fraser was out of breath when we finally caught flickering lights in the distance. A village. I second-guessed bringing those people close to an inhabited place, but if we sought refuge inside a ho
