A full moon sparkling like a dozen diamonds in a night sky shining on the cape of a mesmorised raven. I was stood underneath the bony fingers of the tree as the wind brushed through my long jet black hair. Listening to the distant sounds of wearwolfes howling on the other side of the hill. The air was damp and smelled of mould. All of a sudden it started hailing. I was running faster than I had ever ran before as millions of shiny dagers hit my skin. After running what seemed like forever. The dreadful pain stopped. The sky was clear once again. I opened my eyes only to find that this whole time I'd been running I must have been running in the rong direction and after running three miles away from the field . I know found myself in the middle of the the woods. However I was positive that I'd been running in the right direction. Had I ? I was lost far far away from home. Was I ever going to get back ?