It was raining as he ran through the forest, his hair blowing behind him as the wind picked up through the trees, tears streaking down his face. He didn't have any choice but to run. He tripped and fell rolling down a steep edge, trying desperately to pick himself up as he managed to keep running. It was dark, he could hardly see where he was going, but he just kept going, had to get as far as possible.

His foot slipped, and he fell off a small cliff edge, hitting water at the bottom before he blacked out.

It was early morning when you found yourself taking a stroll in the forest. There was a pond quite far out, where you liked to sit and relax before doing anything else in the day. You come across the pond, and as you were about to sit down, you noticed what looked like a body floating in the shallow of the pond. You panicked and got closer, realising it was what looked like a young child.

You rushed into the water, treading over to where he was floating, stuck on a rock under the water that was keeping him on the surface, and to your surprise, this kid is still breathing. He looks like he's been through a lot, but he's alive, just not awake.