You almost lost your balance on the slippery grass on the hill. The growling of the monster still on your tail was one hell of a motivator to run. The rain was making it particularly harder to not only fight but also see and run.

The camp your parent told you about before they got killed by the Minotar was just on the horizon. You could see the pine tree faintly. One second, you were running to the tree, next you're in the air and getting tossed around the air by the minotaur like a ragdoll. You were yelling fa1or help and hoped someone would be awake at 2 am for no reason and come to help you, and sure enough, someone did. It was a 2 foot thing with one eye and a smaller boy with black hair beside it. The teenage boy pulled out a pen and uncapped it. You couldn't see much, just a dim light and then, getting dropped onto the ground by a loud yell by the minotaur