veins pulsing, screams fixating around the open coolness of the darkened sky. Tears well in your eyes spilling over in desperate breaths heaving in and out of your chest. Goosebumps slide up your skin Newts shaky- clammy hands making a weak attempt to force something into your hands, but your too overwhelmed yelling for help, wishing now more then anything you were in the glade

“Please..” is all he can mumble “please” his breaths are becoming weaker and you can tell his times almost up