The Sojourner: PrologueThe SojournerThe Sojourner: Prologue by TheArchvile
Anton ran through the forest as fast as his legs could carry him, faster even, sometimes nearly losing his balance. He knew his pursuer was hot on his heels, he could hear her light giggles as she easily surmounted any obstacle he tried to place between them.
She was gaining on him...
His heart pounded in his chest, his legs were straining, he was struggling at keeping his pace even though he was used to running through this very section of the forest; he knew it like the back of his hand, as cliché as that sounded, jumping over fallen trees blindly, knowing where he could land safely.
Under normal circumstances he could outrun almost anything in this familiar territory. He had long powerful legs and a huge amount of endurance. He had been sprinting all out for what felt like miles, but his early lead was quickly evaporating. Somehow, impossibly, she was gaining on him.
Anton was running along the side of a rocky outcropping, avoiding the denser foliage that