DEA
The forest blurs around us, branches snapping and leaves tearing under the force of our movement as we run.
No, we are not just running. We are tearing through it.
The cold wind howls past my ears, carrying the scent of damp earth. My lungs burn, but not in the way that I am used to. My feet barely seem to touch the ground as I push forward, the fastest that I have ever run in my entire life, because someone is whispering to me that if I don’t outrun this feeling clawing at my chest, it will consume me entirely.
Arthur kept up easily beside me. That is why I was greatly surprised when he looked so shocked to see me running this way.
“Feeling better now? Are you alright? If you are tired, we can stop and go back.”
“I’m fine!” I shouted at his face, my voice cutting through the r
