Thanks to the people who mentioned they were reading this, it's good to know! Here is my first contribution then: STORY--------- They ran at a constant pace, then for some reason unknown to Lydia, Myata began to increase her velocity, causing Lydia to stumble and stumble and struggle to keep up behind her. The path became less path-like, errant boughs more frequently protruded in front of them, only a split-second allowed in the darkness before seeing and adjusting without clouting something. The grip on their hands was loosening, the sweat flowing more fluently as fear overtook them and the exertion increased their fervour. Lydia sensed a panic in Myata that she hadnt deemed likely, or at least that shed never read about. They ran. Riddles of moonlight began to trickle through the trees, somewhat lighting the way but making their hotfoot all the more teasing and testing. Lydia found she now had no control at all over her direction, her feet were no longer touching down as Myatas strength and speed had pulled her above ground. How she didnt strike anything she didnt know, but she closed her eyes and felt the trees rush past her. Myatas grip strengthened on her hand again, it felt somewhat rough and scaly. Lydia saw a vague shadow appear before her. It rippled and contorted until it began to take the shape of a human. She was now dreaming. The shadow faded and disappeared completely. A few seconds passed while Lydias world drifted...she felt Myatas hand grasping her wrist...she saw the shadow again...she felt the trees pass by her at speed with leaves rustling against her hair. She had time to question which was her conscious state, if any? She drifted again...the shadow reappeared in the form of a ghostly sprite. Lydia squinted as she tried to get a clearer perception of the hazy state. "Maddox?" --------STORY So, was it Maddox? ->pstekky