I was running. A child, so long ago, still shaken by what happened, but trying to survive. The river was near, I knew. The others ran after me, a few had weapons, some of them screamed after me, urging me to stop. But I ignored them all. A roper flew beside me. It was just a shell, empty, void of all. I loved it, she was my own creation, maybe even a friend. They found it hard to understand.
The grass was long, the thin strands did everything to make me stumble and eventually were successful in their endeavour. I fell over, and tumbled down into a ravine. The roper turned back to follow me in my new trajectory, but this gave me away.
As I scrambled to get up, the first of my chasers appered around me. They pushed me back into the water, using their sticks. They threw stones at me, and my
