You sprinted through the forest, cursing how hard it was to see the roots and rocks on the ground. Each footfall of the troll behind you shook the leaves from the trees, and you frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. It was a stupid idea to leave the wall after dark, especially over some dumb dare. Your lungs felt like someone lit fire in them, and each of your breaths were ragged.

"Hurry! Over here!" A British sounding accent called.

Your head snapped to the sound — it was a girl, around the age of 13. The troll was getting closer, but the girl could be a trick. Whatever. Better than getting crushed.

Your feet changed course as you sprinted to the girl.